It is love?

AthousandMidnightEpiphanies Poems

A touch of hand Hardly a brush But you felt enough A word he whispered Not much But you felt yourself getting swept away A smile He brings when he comes, Nothing strong, But it won't ever falter A new hope you found Amidst all these doubts, No way to know where it will lead But you can't stop You can feel it, Everywhere you go, The winds keep spreading His aroma all around you You can see it, In the darkness You are now dreaming of his face With eyes wide open The adrenaline rush Giving you the highest high you ever felt A shrug, it can't be that But you can't stop looking her way A glimpse Not long before she goes But she continues to linger In your thoughts You can feel it In your solitude The ebbing pain cursing her name You can hear the fresh leaves saying The weather will soon change A growing blush on your cheeks Not too prominent, you hope But everyone with eyes Has started to see a pattern A stutter along with some whispers Your heart floats some place far With a buoyancy it has just acquired You can hear it Inside your chest What once was hollow Is now pounding with grace You can feel it By the flutters of the butterflies That rose from the ashes A strange euphoria wreathed around you Not one reason you can confirm But your friends say It is cause of her A late night revelation Not a thing you planned But here you are hoping hard The cupid hit both of you and not just one. You can see it now clearer than the moon on a cloudless night It is love. You know it now Better than the childhood rhymes You have learnt It must have been love all along