A tingle in ones heart; warmness in ones soul
at times it can be satisfied,
At times it can be cold.
What is really love?
Love is unfeigned,
Working like a glove,
Traps yourself away from the unseen world,
Always hidden in the soul of every boy and girl
Yet love spreads from one flower to another,
Traveling with uncertainly for an end
Meeting hatred on its way like a brother
It's not something one can easily mend
Oh how great is love we do not know,
But one thing is for sure it can always grow.
