Is it my soul doing a somersault?
   Or has the time come to a halt?
   Or is it the moment between us that feels amazing?
   For your's is the only name that now I can sing.


  Is it the moon tonight, that looks more illuminated?
  Or is it the heart of mine, that feels the need to be felicitated?
  For there is a peaceful light , glowing all inside and around me,
  Or is it, that love is the light, just like it is meant to be?


  Is it something really beautiful about this normal season?
  Or is it my lips, that have decided to keep smiling for no reason?
  Is some lovely pleasure allowed to the human beings in this way,
  They they get the privilege of the cold, shining stars , on a scorching day?


  Am I affected with a disease which has no cure?
Or , is it a mere illusion of mine, that is devilishly pure?
One last time, allow me to ponder over this , for now,
Is this a feeling, that the mortals name it as, love?