This feeling is incomprehensible,
it impels me into doing things I never thought I'd do,
conjuring my thoughts whenever I'm distracted,
who am I not to consent such a great feeling.

Well I'm quixotic...she's extremely romantic,
in stew my garlic in food my tumeric,
painkiller she is to my lovesick,
beautiful her love is automatic.

Indeed the sun shines from above,
today I see it directly proportional to my...