They say we're in love, a perfect pair,
But I'm still searching, with a questioning air.
What is this feeling that they say is true?
This love that's spoken of, what does it do?

Is it the butterflies that dance in my chest?
The smile that creeps up, when I think of the best?
The way my heart beats fast, when you're near?
Or is it something more, that I've yet to hear?

They say it's a feeling, that you just can't...