The problem with love is:
It takes your name and shoves it down my throat.
It takes your smile and burns it into my eyes
and when I close them I am forced to see the rest of you.
It takes the taste of your lips and deletes it from my memory,
while I deliriously beg to recall it.
The problem with love is: It has tattooed your soul onto mine. And until I have you back I will slowly go out of my mind.