I know it's not love
We're not there yet
I still get butterflies
and the warm security of love
isn't there yet.

But she calms my demons
I don't think about how small I am
in the universe
or the looming truth of death
when I'm around her.

When she runs her fingers through my hair
and I have to decide between telling her
how special she is
or kissing her again

Well in that moment maybe
I do love her.