This Thing

   This thing called love..
,I just cann't understand it..
..how it make one behave..
,like a fool..
,like a crazy fool..
..just like I do ..
  when am with you..
Yes, I don't say..
,what is in my mind..
or even do what..
,was in my plans...
though I always make you smile..
,it drives my crazy..
This things called love..
,I just cann't understand it...
Yes, because whenever..
,we angry and mad each other..
we still afford to embrace each other..
with affection and love for each other..
,its said that its blind..
but I don't know how...
since I see her beauty all over...
from your eyes to lips..
,chest to hips..
all over you,
..I just cann't understand..
,this thing called love..
But I guess it of help..
..because you are always here..
,when I need you..
..you always hear..
,when I call you..
..you always care..
,so I don't feel insecure..
Because we share it...
,this thing called love..
Even though,
  I just cann't understand it...
I heard it's called love..
This thing between me and you..

                   ⓒ2015