'I want nothing to do with love', you say.
'I want love and everything that comes with it', I say.

Opposites attract. Don't they?
We are prove of that theory.

You're as bad for me as the gasoline smell at a gas
station is to the lungs.
Yet, I gladly take you in with every breath.

You're wearing a caution sign on your forehead, but I
keep staring at your heart.
Ignoring all the warning signs.

You must think getting hurt is my mission. 
I will ignore the conditions because, loving you is my mission.

I could say you don't know what love is but the truth is, you do.
The wrong kind though. 

I could say I have the right kind. You wouldn't dare to listen.
I am willing to show you.
Give me a fair game.
I will break through those walls.
You could build them back up, right around us.

Nothing but love, let me show you.
I promise to make it worth the while, until the expiration date.

Or we could be like honey, and never get expired.