Intensity Of Love
I think I'm in love but I'm not quite sure
He's sensitive, kind with a heart so pure.
I look in his eyes and like a box of chocolates I'm always surprised at what I feel.
It may be love or just insane infatuation.
But I sit here pretending what we have is real.
I imagine holding him, stroking his cheek
as our fingers intertwine and my eyes begin to leak...
Blood not tears because this love is too strong.
Oh how deep in love I believe I am with him.