I Suppose This is Love

I suppose it's love

When I touch, look, and feel her near.

I suppose it's love

When her radiant eyes pull me deep inside.

I suppose it's love

When her smile lights up my world.

I suppose this is what they call "love"

When even her absence brings me tears.

One "hi" and one look was enough

To set my mind on fire, imagining dragons.

From the first moment, I knew;

this was something different.

I suppose this is what they call "love"

But I didn’t know — No one ever told me.

My legs were numb, my mind absent,

Trying to seem in control; but failing.

"Will she remember me?" I wondered,

A question lost in silence.

I suppose this is what they call "love"

Wished daring, yet my soul kept my lips sealed.

Her warmth sustained the core of my existence,

Her laughter, vibrant, set my mind free.

Yet it was not what the world could witness,

But the unseen qualities that held me near.

I suppose this is what they call “love”,

A treasure hidden, yet mine to taste alone.

Her hair drops over her shoulders, a waterfall in the light; How could I ever forget?

Her breath, warm as a summer breeze, touching against my lips; How could I ever forget?

Her smile, a glow that stops my heart for just a beat; How could I ever forget?

I suppose this is what they call “love”,

For every touch, every glance, left a mark,

A mark that time cannot erase.

Tell me, how could I forget now?