Formed first in
a small flutter,
soon leaving the mind in a rosy-coloured clutter,
people regard this as love.
A light-minded feeling,
of cupids dealing,
one might call love.
A match made half-way from Mars and Venus,
nothing can come between us,
a magic working called love.
A binding of hearts,
either later or from the start,
something known as love.
Short and sweet,
or meant until the last heartbeat,
it will make two into one,
complete,
love.
