amoreloveamorloveamour

when i was really young
i used to sing at the top of my lungs
(at all the wrong times)
i used to pretend
that you were falling in love with me
(so stupid-happy)

i never noticed how
(i'm not sure if this is everyone, or just me)
our whole lives revolve around
this word
amore
this feeling
amor
this thing
amour
called love

. . .

personified
intangible
fickleandfleeting
love.