What is love?
Is it when your hand meets theirs and your fingers intertwine,
Or when your steps are in sync as you walk down the street?
Does it happen when they first smile at you,
Or after you hear their tinkling laugh?
What does love feel like?
Is it that warmth swelling through your chest,
Or perhaps the giddy sensation after a sweet kiss?
How do you know it is love?
Is it written in their eyes,
Or visible in their tender words?
I used to believe so,
And then your carelessness made me doubt everything.
And now I ask,
What is love?