Love

Im sittin here, wit paper and pen in hand

Sittin here, thinking and tryin to understand

wats this feeling that im feeling, cant explain what it is

tryna find out wat your thinkin tho its none of my business

i just wanna know what goes thro your head all tha time

am i in your head??, cause u definetly are in mine

cant stop thinking of you and your beautiful eyes

everytime i see you, my stomach gets butterflies

i miss you often, whenever you not near my touch

you make me so happy, you have no clue how much

and now i found a word, that explains how i feel

it's called love, and it is the real deal.