What is it...that word called love?

Love is something you can control

Letting my eyes...
Letting my heart...
Letting myself....
Get lost in you.

It started with my shortened breath,
And the blush that dared climb down my neck.
And before I knew it,
I was running.
running.
running.

Thinking love was my protection,
I ran.
Thinking love was my freedom,
I sped.
Thinking love was the solution,
I fell.

The world was spinning,
As I laid my head down in the snow.

The enveloping cold and the unbearable heat.
Sheltered me like no one could.

Confusion,
Why am I doing this?
Hatred,
Wasn't there a better choice?
Lost,
In a passion I could not control.

Love is something you can't control