If love is a drug, I'm addicted. I've loved him for years and kept it bottled up inside me. If love is a fantasy, I'm living it. He doesn't know I love him. If love is hurt, I'm dead from pain. I wish I could tell him how I feel. If love is a sedative, I live in absolute tranquility. He's my world, the air I breathe; he's my soul, my heart. If love is a rose, I have enough to bury the world. I love him but does he feel the same? If love is a poison, I'm diseased.