Love

Love is a word that comes and goes,
but who's really to know.
Feeling the feelings that I do,
can't explain how I feel about you.
Striding to be the best I can be,
but loving you is more of the excitment for me.

Afraid to say the words out of my mouth,
that I love you with out a dubt.
Saying that word makes time stop,
it's like the hands moving on a clock.

Sec by sec, minute by minute,
when will this ever finish.
What I'm expressing on the inside,
makes me want to bring it out and shine.

Love, what is that word?,
coming from a person you have to stay
alert.
Butterflies in your tummy,
they flies around and make you love me.
Maybe it's just me or it's my insanaty,
trying to figure out why you love me.