What is love, but a fortnights kiss.
What is love, but a lovers bliss.
A single kiss I wish to miss?
So even with this time and space,
With miles so vast and great,
It had happened
So raw and so true.
Could this be an endless clue?
An endless clue,
that I may have given my heart to you?
I have found it out, an answer simple
An yet so true,
Is that I do indeed love you.

You may not be Romeo and I not Juliet
But what we have is endless and true
An innocence everyone wishes to swoon
To have and to hold
To kiss and behold
I know for a fact
It's glorious and out of whack
But this is our love
Our life to live above
So be it true
To be crazy and blue
Not even Romeo could set me untrue