Your Love Spell

Laying in bed thoughts run through my head about the color red, the color of passion. It feels like I've been hit with cupids dart because right about now nothings on my mind besides the feelings in my heart.
I begin to think am I your target of love or am I that dove who flies above who has been set free or am I that tropical fish subjected in the sea.
Please tell me who I am when I'm lost in your love spell.
As my love for you goes on a emotional roller coaster, up, down, side to side but for some reason I enjoy this bumpy love ride.
We've went through lust to trust, from hanging in the club to back-rubs to rose petals in the tub.
Even though we're not together anymore I'm wondering to myself why are the special things about you that i once felt are still making my heart melt your smile, your brown eyes, your seductive voice, your attitude, your gratitude and your fortitude.
Now I'm thinking why is love so confusing and often amusing, there's never a conclusion to this allusion.
It feels like my heart is being impelled to dwell on this powerful magical force, in which i like to call YOUR LOVE SPELL.