What is love?
It is unseen and unheard.
It is untasted and untouched.
It can't be smelt.
How can you know what love is?
You say you are in love.
How do you know?
You like her more then you've liked anyone before.
How do you know that you can't like someone even more?
You enjoy her company,
Could it be that you are just lonely?
Is it love?
Or a want of love?
Is she special?
Or did you convince yourself that she is?
These feelings you have for her?
Do others have these same feelings for their loved ones?
You confuse yourself.
You're not sure of anything now.
Nothing is simple anymore.
Everything is so complex.
You take a step back to see it all.
And it is so clear.
All this thought was spent on her.
You are thinking about her day and night.
Every love song you hear reminds you of her.
You spent times in deep depressions.
Only to be lifted into the light by a thought of her.
This must be love.