What is this feeling?
What is inside of me?
Is it love?
Indeed so,
or at least..I think so.
Is love that thing,
the thing that makes me feel queer?
Is it the thing,
The thing makes me keep looking at you?
Is it the thing,
The thing that makes me long for that sweet, black hair?
What is love?
What can it be?
Is it a feeling,
is it a blessing?
How can I ever tell you?
How will you ever know?
Maybe through a peom,
that's how I'll tell.
Indeed, yes that will be the way,
the way to tell that I love you.
The way that I feel.