It’s not love, this I can be sure
For I am not capable of such a thing
But for my sickness you are the cure
The dull ache gone from the peace you bring
Maybe it’s the fire in my loins
Or the enveloping loneliness
You are the silence from all the noise
A moment of unadulterated happiness
But it’s not love, I swear it’s true
For after the last kiss we shall part
Until then I’ll see you soon
Don’t forget to forget your heart
Airah Writes 