Treasure Island

Mahfooz Ali

(28 October / Lucknow (U.P.) India)

I Think You Love


I think you are in love
But I’m not sure if it’s so
Because how can you tell
If love is something that you don’t know

I think you love
But you can’t really explain
You know you feel this feeling
Yet it is hard to say

I think you love
But you don’t know how to say it
You need a time and place that exist
That’s perfect to tell this

I think you love
But you don’t want to scare you
due to your past repercussions
Because of crushing what you feel
Could end too soon

I think you love
But you ’ll keep this inside
You ’ll let you know
When you feel the time is right.

Submitted: Tuesday, March 27, 2007
Edited: Monday, February 07, 2011

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