When you kiss me I feel it.
When you touch me I feel it.
When you look at me I feel it.
When you talk to me I feel it.
When you lay beside me I feel it.
It starts in my heart and spreads through my veins, like poison.
Except this poison is good, I need this poison. It makes me feel happy, it makes me want to be with you 24/7.
Is this what they call love?
Love. I feel it when I'm with you, and I hope it never goes away.