More than an emotion
The depth of your purity
The dept of your innocence
The craziness of your thoughts
The foolishness in your dealings
The ignorance of your foolishness
Encapsulated and wrapped by a soul
Everyone wrong but you
Blinded to the obvious
This thing called love
Without a shape or form
Without a shape or form
The spell of a smile
The enchantment of a voice
The glitz in the eyes
The laughter of a baby
The burning desire to do almost anything
The shrew tamed
The beast a gentle prince
The ugly duckling a fair maiden
This thing called love
Anyone its victim
A beautiful captivator
Beaten from the past?
Shot the door and want no more
The great intruder comes your way
In the least way expected
At the oddest hour or place
How I love this thing called Love
It makes you love love
Poem by Royalty
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