• Like the blood rushing in my arteries,
    Like the blue in my veins,
    Like the way I speak of hope,
    But like the way I lie in shame.

    It's like the way I try to speak,
    But no words ever come out.
    It's much like a whisper,
    But more of a shout.

    Love is like a living thing,
    That crawls within your heart.
    It can turn you into a demon,
    Or maybe a piece of art.

    I only know what it's like,
    But don't know what it is.
    Whoever can define
    A word such as this?

    If love shall fall,
    Then I shall cry.
    If love shall end,
    Well then so shall I.