The Romantic
Is it love when I feel feint,
At your very name,
That I beg to be embraced,
By your gentle arms?
Is it love when I dream,
To make you smile at me,
That I am invisible,
So I can linger in your aura?
Is it really love when I long,
To have someone; you,
That I feel in need,
Of someone to protect my mind?
Or is it just instinct?

~Aubrey and Audrey