Love ?

What is this thing they called love?
Is it was warm as when I am with you ?
Or as cold went I am not?
Does it feel like went you kiss me?
Or maybe when we touch?
Is it under a rock wait to be found?
Is this love I feel for you?
I am so confused on what I feel,
I don't know what is true.
I am still not over him,
But I feel that I am in love.
I am too shy to tell you how I feel,
Just so scared you will misunderstand.
So many question left unasked,
So many feelings that will not pass.

What is this thing they called love?
Is it waiting for me and you?
three little words you say to me all the time,
they are 'I love you'.
Do you mean what you say or are they just lies?
Just hearing your heart today it was a strange surprise,
your heart beat does not match the patten that is meant to be
It seamed to only beat one...two...three.
I wish I could find this love,
To hold it tight and never give up.
Where is it meant to be ?
Can you help me see?
My only wish I have ever had is to find this thing called love.

What is this thing they called love?
Has it got a form?
Can I wear it like a cape?
A cloak to shield me from the pain?
Can I touch it?
Can I paint it ?
And make it reach out of the picture to touch my soul?
Or is it something that can't be seen?
Where does it really grow?

Romeo and Juliet
Bella and Edward
Zoe, Eric , Heath and Stark
They all found love but where?
And how?
And how painful was it to let go?
I don't want to be like fictional characters,

I just envy their love.

I just what you to see me for me

And help me find my love.