Love. It’s got to be love. It makes you grin happily with no appear reason when walking alone along the road. Makes you think of him/her more than necessary. Makes you stand solid when all the rest are balancing. Makes you fearless and makes you fear at the same heart beat. Funky. It makes you laugh and it makes you cry, hopefully more often those happy tear kind of tears, if you know what i mean. Feel it. Press it gently on the lips of someone. Make him/her feel it too. Tell it. Love it.
