The one without title

You can't stop blushing, when you hear it's name,

Everything else moves down to second priority when it comes to it,

Your intelligence, ego and pride crumbles, when it's with  you,

You can't stop thinking about it, every time you listen a song,

You can't cross a gift shop without thinking of it,

You can’t even think of a title for your writings,

You can find it in every line of every story or poem you read,

It has turned common men into writers, poets and artists,

Mankind has swore to steal the moon, and bend the rainbow,

for the sake of it.

I guess that's why God has placed sun, moon and all the planets so far way,

for the fear of mankind, and their,

first love.