If love was a countable noun

Mine would probably be greater than yours.

But then, I have always known

That it’s not

Poison Apple of Your Paradise

The stars say our signs don't match.
Myers Brigg told me- I'm only in love with the idea of

When I awaken, you are all that is on my mind
When I sleep, you are what I dream
Without you, there is no point for me in

if you look as love for a game,

you are mistaking you are to blame.

love is a habit, a lifestyle,

for them you will travel

Tired of playing games.

Don't you see your being obvious.

We know your little rules,

We know your little plan,

You forget