Love
The gentle breeze of an afternoon wind
Butterflies fluttering in
The hearts doesn't know when to begin
Armor broken thin
That's what you call love
The sun bringing its light and heat
The trembling in your nervous feet
Soul set in the ejection seat
The smell and taste of something sweet
That my friend is called love
You can stumble upon it in a record store.
Find it marooned on a sunny shore
Clumsily reaching for the same door
Or simply in a place you never went before
That is how love finds you.
