Love is in the air, But I never did care, Until Today, When my life started to decay, But then I find something, I couldn’t feel it coming, But it was Love. Is Love an artificial sweetener? Or is it just a creature? Can it be true? Or can it be blue? I have never experienced this thing, Until right before my moving, And I know I’d have to find another, Or suffer my parents thunder. I think its Love.