Listening to the radio usually puts me in a good mood,
But then I heard the words 'If this ain't love then why does it feel so good?'
A few small words, a catchy phrase left for me to ponder,
Is it love that feels this good, I sit, I think, I ponder.
Can't concentrate, Can't think at all, He's always on my mind.
He's got my body, and my soul, now my heart he has to find.
But if my heart is indeed lost, then how is this love I've found?
The answer to that I do not know, but to him I know Im bound.
Happily ignorant, blissfully dumb, enjoying the euphoric state I'm in,
Don't wanna let go, I think I'm in love, so, I'll continue indulging my sin.
Still left with the question of 'is this true love' - praps I'll never know,
But my feelings are strong, to him I belong, and this is the love I will show.

G Brown - 23 March 2003

I spose this one is about J? *shrug*