What is LOVE?

Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being "in love" which any of us can convince ourselves we are. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Your mother and I had it, we had roots that grew towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossom had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two. ;)

My Little Clandestine

The terrible feeling keeps coming back,
It always leaves my heart a crack,
You are the one who' make me sick!
LOVE SICK! Call Dr. Love very quick!

Why? OH Why?
It is her, whom your heart desires,
Why couldn't it be me?
I'm the one who'll love you tenderly.

I may not be her,
I am not her,
But I am sure that I'm more unique,
But why still her?

I have your guts,
I hate you for loving her so much,
It always leaves my heart with painful cuts,
I hate myself for it is you whom I always marvel at.

I'm searching,
But all I can see,
Is still that silly pathetic me,
Longing for you to notice me.