Strange, Love is...

All we did was talk, we shared not many experiences,
All we did was share, me my sorrows, she her laughter,
All we did was hang out, when I made her smile again,
All we did was say "Hi! How are you?"

Why then would she stay on my mind,
When we aren't near any more?
Why then would my ears long for a careless whisper?
When it is not something I need...

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Strange, Love is...
When you know it ain't true.
Funny, Love is...
When you know it ain't you.

To behave obsessed, in the thoughts,
Of someone you haven't known,
Am I in love? I ask again n yet again,
With someone I have done nothin for or with,

All around say yes, the idea is stereotyped, you think bout someone for a week maybe more, "aye buddy, you in loouve pal". (All the winks n pokes follow), But then again is that what love is? I've seen so many couples exchange the three words as often as a span of few hours, is there any meaning behind it? Is "Love" measured by the frequency of which you say it to your spouse/partner in a day? If your answer is yes. I laugh upon you...