The thing about love
Is that nobody even
Knows what it is
I thought I did
A few times
Once, when bangs
Were brushed out of my eyes
By soft hands
Another time
When I kissed the wrong person
Usually
I was all wrong
Now
You lay in my bed
My windowsill
Is a soft light-box
That flickers candle light
Onto your smooth skin
Your eyes are always smiling.
I don't know if this is love
Though I do love it.
That's all I need to know.
Aug 13, 2013
Aug 13, 2013 at 8:15 PM UTC
The thing about love
Is that nobody even
Knows what it is
I thought I did
A few times
Once, when bangs
Were brushed out of my eyes
By soft hands
Another time
When I kissed the wrong person
Usually
I was all wrong
Now
You lay in my bed
My windowsill
Is a soft light-box
That flickers candle light
Onto your smooth skin
Your eyes are always smiling.
I don't know if this is love
Though I do love it.
That's all I need to know.