Love

If is it love or no,
that I don’t know.
It’s different than anything.
It’s gonna be good, I think.
It isn’t bad when you’re in love.
You can together laugh.
You must say: „Thanks. I’m happy
when you are with me.“
I see the stars in his eyes.
He’s the best of all the boys.
His eyes are like two seas
where I swim and wanna peace.
His hair is as black as coal.
He’s nice and I like him whole.
We can perceive in night sky.
But that all is very high.
To my finish I must go
maybe fast and maybe slow.
My finish, that is your love,
but for now I’m greatly down.