What would you define as love?
Is it the uneasiness in my gut when choke on my words?
Is it the unfufillment I get when I let my delusions run free?
When I work myself up till the tears take away my ability to see?
But Alas, to my true feelings down I must shove
Set neatly aside in thirds
One for the woe I feel when you write me off
Caught in bold emotions, too substanial for speech
Two for the lust you make me feel
When you offer yourself back to me, with your gentle appeal
For when I indulge into you like the liqour you quaff
From your lustful eyes do I leech
Three for the happiness inside of my head
When I lay my hands upon your back
As I work out the dents in your canvas
Seeking to find the secrets of your apparatus
Whether that may be in a car or inside of your bed
I'll give you the somber relaxation you lack