Once upon September

Here comes the question I used to hide,
what is love - is it futile?
Is it only mental suicide,
is it possible to fall in true love only for a while?

U can feel it everywhere,
if you're not careful it gets you sick.
But then it just is there,
contains some kind of magic.

I realize I can't follow where it went,
realize that it's not in my hands.
But I can't understand how it all can collapse in a moment,
that's the thing hardly none understands.

Will I never be ready for a revulsion,
could I someday learn from mistakes?
Am I ever able to realize how I could avoid creating too deep devotion,
feel what's like when u love someone so much that your whole being aches?

Once I've felt a love I'll always remember,
once upon September.