Love is a drug

Love is a drug, so pure and true,

A feeling that lingers, like a morning dew,

It's an addiction, that's hard to shake,

And once you're hooked, there's no escape.

The love addict, a soul so consumed,

By the ecstasy of love, that leaves them unroomed,

Their heart aches, for the next fix,

A moment of passion, that sends them to the mix.

They crave the high, that love brings,

A feeling of bliss, that makes their heart sing,

They chase the thrill, like a gambler at play,

But with love, there's no winning or losing, it's just the way.

They search for love, in all the wrong places,

In the arms of strangers, and smiling faces,

But the high doesn't last, and soon they're left alone,

With a heart that's broken, and a soul that's grown.

The love addict, a prisoner of their own desire,

A victim of their own addiction, a burning fire,

They long for the love, that will set them free,

But they're trapped in their own obsession, for all to see.

They try to quit, they try to let go,

But love holds them tight, and they can't say no,

They try to move on, but the love's still there,

And they're consumed once again, by its fiery flare.

The love addict, a soul in need of help,

A soul in search of love, in search of wealth,

But true love, is not a drug to be consumed,

It's a gift to be shared, a garden to be bloomed.

So let the love addict, find their way,

Let them discover, a love that will stay,

A love that's pure, and free from addiction,

A love that's real, and full of conviction.

For love is not a drug, to be consumed and thrown,

It's a feeling so pure, that grows on its own,

A love that's real, and full of grace,

A love that's lasting, and leaves a warm embrace.