Love Is

The irony of love is,
Everybody 'loves' but nobody knows what it is
The irony of love is,
I love you but...
That feeling in your gut, you can't explain
Everything all twisting and turning, flip flopping heart stopping
Love.
The one whom no one comes above
Love.
The touch, that feeling when you look at me, you know its real cuz its 'love'
Passion and sweat, tears and feat that the love will one day disappear
The reality of love is the actuality of the insanity that is place upon ones soul
When i'm not with you im not whole,
If imma fool i'll be one for you just tell me
What I gotta do cuz I baby I love
The fantasy of love is the pain we don't want  to believe is there
The things we don't care to share, the hurt ad confusion from the abuse of being used all wrapped into one
Some say love, it isn't fun it hurts.
Is it the oos and ahhs, the flowers and candy?
Is it the conversations that last until the sun?
Is it the feeling that no one else matter except who's in front of you?
The thought that "if you leave me, what imma do, i'm lost without you.
The irony of love is
Everybody loves but no one knows what it is.