Love is precious, love is kind.
I wake up everyday wondering will it take time?
Am I going to make it?
Am I going to shine?
Am I going to prosper?
Am I going to rise?
All the pressure is on me for who I am going to be.
I get nervous, but I don't fear.
I know you are by my side to show me where to steer.
Is love a feeling?
Is love sincere?
Is love just a word, or is it just an affection for who is close?
I can't see you but I can feel you.
I can feel you but I can't see you.
Which is worse? One or two?
Do you know what to do?
If you actually understood what those previous lines mean,
then you know who to go to.