Overwhelming,
Is it how love is?
I guess it is,
But no one will warn,
If it was happiness or hell,
If love was supposed to feel like this,
Every single moment has become enacting  hell,
To the point where death seems so well,
All the tears that were swallowed,
My heart has reached its absolute swell,
Now that I think,
Am I even being loved?

How does it feel to be loved?