A concept I never thought real,
One I believed I’d never know,
Something I longed to have.
And now that I do,
I’m learning everyday,
What makes it true.
The ever longing feeling when we’re apart,
The butterflies I get being next to you,
How everything fades out when I see you,
That sensation when our eyes lock.
True love isn’t lust,
It isn’t being crazy obsessed,
It isn’t even caring too much.
True love is choosing a person,
Even when you think you shouldn’t,
And returning to it,
No matter what stands in the way.
I live a life with true love each day,
Thinking about them more than I do myself,
But most importantly,
Standing ready to return at a moment’s notice.
If this isn’t true love, it might as well be, I’m not looking.