Is This Called Love Poem by Adhitiyaa Elango

I felt completely lost, when I saw you.
My heart beat faster as I stared at you.
I took a second, third and fourth look at you.
My thoughts were filled with you, you and only you.
Is this what they call it as love?

I can never stop looking into those magnetic eyes of yours.
My to-do lists always ask me to see the pretty face of yours.
I keep dreaming of me being yours.
My gets ignited by the touch of yours.
Is this what they call it as love?

In my life, you are my cocaine,
You make my world go round and round again.
Inseparable are the thoughts of you from my brain;
My Monalisa you are, showering my heart with joy like the rain.
Is this what they call it as love?

When you laugh, I feel like I'm being reborn.
When you cry, I feel like I'm being torn.
To me, your voice is like jingling bells;
Upon hearing, with pleasure my heart swells.
Is this what they call it as love?

Is love but an advanced state of infatuation?
Or is it just a rush of a chemical reaction?
Is love nothing but a deception?
Why is it so hard even to give an explanation?
Is this what they call it as love?