It's a lie we tell ourselves
To explain the emotion
Of loving and hating
Simultaneously

It's the wind
That flutters the wings
Of the butterflies
Within our bellies

It's how our hearts melt
When our souls meet their mate

It's the bridge that connects
It's the yearning that permeates

It's the fear of being alone
The burden of being unknown

It's the way we feel
When we least expect life

It's the truth
And the lies
It's so hard to describe

That feeling you have
That's impossible to explain

Some call it love
Others call it pain