Love stories

It's a heavenly trance,
Which can kill you for it,
It's about experiencing heaven,
And breathing alive for it,
It's about seeing that sky,
And falling like a star in it.

Smiling for no reasons.
Looking beyond those flaws,
Love is knowing a little more,
And falling in the trance more.

It's the feeling in the pit of stomach,
Yeah, those fictional butterflies,
Those butterflies though hurt you,
And sometimes you may die.

Having eternal satisfaction,
On the mention on their name,
But their name can be terror,
As nobody knows the future.

Love is a what if of everything,
Those small blushing eye contacts,
It's the mixture of all emotion,
Love is a sign of sanity retraction.

Love is the dream of heaven,
But is hell forgotten?