Yesterday I believed not in love
And today I float freely in its realm
It is a world of hearts,
Beating at a matching tempo
Where bodies kiss,
Absorbing warmth and sweat
Hands move and explore
Making light touches so thrilling
Running from the toe,
To the last hair on your head
Becoming lost from the physical world
To that of elated bliss
And so, you say unto me,
That I am demented
But, how can I explain to you?
That which you have felt not
You may understand,
But never come to know what it's like
To wish time would rewind one second back
So you could hear her voice call out your name
To wish the sun would not fall for at least one evening
That you may watch her smile, amidst a beautiful twilight
She says goodnight,
And it feels like forever
Usually just a few hours to dawn
And I hear the other end of line die
So I wait on the clock until it's morning
Turning in this bed till every part of it feels uneasy
What's the point in feeling,
And yet, can't express yourself?
Like a huge bubble of emotion,
Expanded to it's limit, but bursts not
Sometimes I feel angry for my poor heart
Overriding my mind and taking control of me
And yet when it does,
Its drives me to places of wonder
So tell me please,
Is this the thing called love?
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