How does one know

So how does one know for certain that love is about to start

And how does love choose its players, like a perfect piece of art

Is it with a feeling that this story needs now to begin

And do the players know they're playing from within

How can one know the feeling love gives is quite for real

That all you ever wanted is in this single deal

Is it in the way one walks and talks about it in a day

Or is it in the silent language we cast each others play

How can we know it's love when there's no rules hanging on the wall

And yet what we know is that it can someway find a way to all

And then it's like a well kept secret that urges us to be told

For in those magic words our part will then unfold

For you're like a piece of art standing on my scene

and I'm mesmerized staring at your marvel of a screen

The role you play is stuck with me, it can never disappear

And it clings to us like light and fluffy air

And love doesn't choose us for us beauty neither for our youth

Its built upon the hearts that are longing for its truth

So does it really matter how our play once came to start

For all love ever need was your living, breathing heart