They say, love is complex..

that's complexity found in the emotions that are reaching at the brain, flowing into the heart but his definition fails to leave the lips of the one who's in love.

They say, love makes you do crazy things..

crazy things that make your heart sing, make your heart sing to the melody of the profound sound that rings in your ear, yours before that a ring slips onto your finger.

They say, love is patient, love is kind..

it does not envy it does not boast, but no offense because I found the love of my life, not just I love you or you love me, but us as one entity, in love, lavished in love, locked down in love.. in an empty cell of course, leave if you want but i'd rather stay here cause' love without you makes love insincere.

It starts with ice cream and soda's, cherry's on the top..

cooties and boyfriends and promise ring pop's, then you and me up in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G. 

The make up and break up, the make up again, somewhere in between we had benefits as friends. But the cliche' that I'm trying to get at is the key to your heart, commitment and sacrifice til death to us part, ain't gonna bother with those sketches because your my work of art, if you were on the menu i'd order you ala carte. 

Okay. Okay.. Pretty cheesy, but you get the picture right?

They say love is this, they say love is that, but what I say is that I love you and you are my love, and I'm in love but now I have something to confess love. 

Don't hold this against me, no need to confront, but I don't know how to end this so.. 

I love you so much. 

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