A Thing Called Love Poem by Mayra Mendivil

At the edge of living
I found you in the silence.
From one to ten i counted
I could not believe what
I was looking at. I thought
I was fainting my heart
was about to break my chest
my legs were getting weak
and my lungs were empty.
But the foggyness was only
the smoke of the Rave and
what i felt in my chest was the
beat of the music and the weakness
of my legs was of how much i had
danced I could not even catch my
breath since i was too busy looking
into your deep eyes. But for you that
night was just having fun but to me is
what i call LOVE.