someone once told me that love
was all sparks and fireworks -
that electric look in his eyes
when he catches yours with his

but when he held my hand
it was not engulfed with flames
and when he put his arms around me
there were no butterflies
then he'd smile at me
and my heart rate stayed the same

though-
he'd have me blushing
with his sweet words
smiling at his childish ways
and looking away with every question
who's answer i felt could change everything

when they told me about love
they talked about how he'd hold me
never about how the things he would say
and the way he'd do the things he do
would make me fall in love
with his very being