This ain't love
How shall I call it?
It doesn't fit.
How can one call it love,
when other call it a flying dove?
This ain't love!
But why do I hear octave'?
It's so warm,
it doesn't harm.
How shall I call it?
Do I have to admit?
The world doesn't answere.
But I find the it everywhere.
Is this really, really love?
It is, since I love you about all above!
