Why Is It Love
Now I understand why they call it making love
And when I say making love I mean creating love
Because this is the feeling of being connected as one
How is this done, you say
Energy flows through our every kiss, touch, and embrace
Love can not hide
Nor does it try
Its never on time
More than likely its the last thing on anyone's mind
Now I understand why they say you fall in love
Even though to me it's similar to a high
I know it's something I could never see by looking in the sky
Niether is it equiped with knobs to control lows and high's
Yet and still, there are lows and highs
Like oceans and their tides
We can measure our growth by what washes up on shore
Let me drown out all the thoughts that make you unsure
I was trying buy time, but my heart still got stole
Now when we touch I can feel your soul
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