Love is something that some hate,
love is something that we ache.
Love is wanting the respect you can never get,
love is missing someone who has never left.
Love is the taste of two tongues meeting,
love is always being needy.
Love is crying,
love is whining,
love is slowly dying,
it’s the wishing to change the past,
it’s the wishing to makes things last.
Oh how nice would it be to achieve this tranquility.
Love is ignorant,
love is more than we think,
in conclusion love is just a thing.