Are you my reason for breathing or will you be the death of me?
Your presence makes my heart pound faster,
While your absence leaves me gasping for breath
They say distance makes the heart grow fonder,
But darling this distance wounds me
The mere thought of losing you makes my heart sink,
And all this forces me to think
What name shall I give this feeling?
This very feeling which leaves me breathless in your presence,
And lifeless in your absence
This feeling which makes my heart dance at the glance of your smile,
And my soul weaker at the sight of your tears
You can call it my craziness or my obsession,
But darling I think the name of this feeling is love itself.