Love, who can tell me what is it?
It starts the day we first meet,
Although it grows only bit by bit,
It will never ever quit.
To express depth of my love,
no sentence fits,
It is a boundless ambit,
But you can sense it,
either stand or sit.
And still you not believe it,
still think that I am bull sh*t,
Always in your orbit,
Touch is hit,
Kiss is not a merit!
So, you don't give me any credit.
And my love reach the summit,
You still seems not to believe it.
Why you not let me to be acquitted?