Until love exist no more.
I will continue to love you.
Maybe I goes above the norm of showing you.
And at times might hit the last nerve of you.

Seek it.
It's here.
Knock for.
It's here.
Find it.
It's here.
It has never disappeared.

Maybe I'm lovesick.
But if there's a cure for it.
It would be hard for me to take it.

So until love exist no more.
I will continue to love you.

I hate to admit this.
Which is only my opinion.
Love is desperately in need.
Except, it takes a certain kind of quality to receive it.

So bare with me.
As I forever give it to you.
Until.