The art of love is a strange thing,
It makes you sweat and act like a school kid.
You daydream and can't think of anybody else,
Music isn't even playing and you are dancing.
You're sweaty all over and your flushed,
You're mouth goes dry when you try and speak.
In their eyes, you see wishes for children born,
The world around you passes away.
Words fail to express how you feel,
Small things remind you of the person.
Romance is your name,
You can't remember to do anything.
Enraptured in them is where you want to be,
You can't wait to be with the person.
When you are,you wonder what took so long,
Life is what you make of it.
But when it comes to the art of love?
Don't let it pass you by, you'll regret it.
