Is this love?

You know you’re in love,

That she's the one,

When a little dove,

Sings 'Here comes the sun'.

Your heads in the air,

Your heart’s all a flutter,

The stars in the sky,

Look great from the gutter.

Noise becomes music

And racket abounds

Yet you get a kick

From all of these sounds.

Even that nasty git

Whose views sour milk

Becomes a great wit

His words turned to silk.

Now loves got you

In its gossamer hold

One becomes two

Your lives turns to gold.