Love My soul in distress because I repress, I fail to express this - This simple emotion. Love. Simple but complex, Irresistible but dangerous, How it came to this I can only guess. How simple fondness grows to love, No one comprehends but it occurs. Invisible to all predictions, Unseen by all premonitions. It tiptoes up to you and you're caught out of position. Even though secretly we all wish for such a surprise. One pleasant, though it often leads to demise. You can't touch love, or see it with eyes, it just simply…IS. And in it's conceit Love makes sure to sit Right on the throne Of your heart.