Nothing can prepare you for love,
The way your life is hijacked,
Your words no longer your own,
Enthralled by this person.
Are you sky diving,
Or just free falling?
A fine line that stands between.
Your mind no longer obeys,
Goes rogue when they’re around,
Your body strung by strings,
A puppet for whoever you desire.
Nothing can ever prepare your for love,
Wrapped in a whirlwind,
Of the perfect melody,
Melancholy kisses,
And blissful pain.