They call it infatuation
It feels like you've fallen in love
You believe that one special person
Has fallen from heaven above.
The truth is you don't really know them
However absorbing your crush.
You've pinned all those feelings on them
But it's nothing to do with them much.
There's hormones raging inside you
A love you just have to get out.
So this was who you latched on to
And now you're in love, you've no doubt.
You think that if they ignore you
It'll be the end of the world.
Seems nothing will shake your viewpoint
That beside them you want to be curled.
True love's when you get to know them
And learn they have faults as they will
True love's when you know they're imperfect
But find that you love them still.
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Second Wind
PoetryHighest rank #12 in Poetry Second Wind is an eclectic collection of mostly light hearted poems but often has a serious message and takes the occasional side swipe at politicians and those in power.
