What is love?
A constant memory of the bliss?
A reoccurring moment of peace?
A timeless frame when self consciousness is on cease
And we find it hard to believe
Here's what it is
Love is mad
It destabilizes your mental state
And gives way for the abnormal to grace
She told me I was mad, I told her I was in love
I told her I was in love, she told me I was mad
