I used to think that i know love really well.
When i try to be sweet by picking her up.

I used to think that love would cover the mistakes.
Small one, or big one if love is strong enough.

But no, mistake is a mistake. Love is love.

Love is seeing her watching movies.
Smiling and somehow trying to cuddle me.

But no, it's about listen to her words.

Love is sad when she's away.
Missing her around and sometimes call her.
Love is arguing over small things.
And laughing later on.

Love is spending time together.
Sharing poems about future.
Love is expectation. This one is pretty dangerous.

Love will sad when you used to be mad.
Love will cry when your tears dry.
Love will love when you're afraid to leave.
But love will leave when you're in love.