Where does love end, and where does it begin?
Is it moving from within?
Is it something that lives inside us?
What we can’t see, or touch?
And when you’re in love, what is it that you feel?
Some say those are butterflies, but that’s not real...
Maybe this feeling come’s from above,
Just like that and your in love!
We can say that it's a strange thing we can’t explain,
But I rather be in love than be in pain...