Love - that I don't know

I don’t know if it’s the flutter of my heart

or that smile that refuses to leave my face?

Is it how you just can’t stop thinking about them,

or the way everything suddenly reminds you of them?

Do I keep it all to myself or can I share all but the parts I adore?

They always told me it’ll be filling and fleeting.

But shouldn’t it be more than what I have read and heard?

Wasn’t that how it is portrayed?

A feeling so overwhelming,

it’ll consume you- body and soul.

Although I'll never know why they say that-

it's a fire coursing through your veins,

Or how it’ll keep you awake at night,

and make you wish you could gift them the whole world.

I don’t know how someone can have-

an almost heart attack from their one single word,

Or almost lose touch with reality in their one smile,

Or how can one trip over because of their one glance?

The want to see them all the time and the need to be around them,

I don’t know.

I don’t know the fluttering in-stomach butterflies,

Or the unstoppable giggles.

From hushed secrets and whispered conversations,

To high pitches laughs and unfiltered confessions.

They tell me it’ll take over everything I know,

Love is what I’d feel and would come to call my own.

Through fogged up glasses I’d see their eyes,

That grin sneaking up in their tight-lipped smiles,

I’d hear their voice even in their unspoken written letters,

And I would willingly let it wash over me,

soak me in all the intended metaphors.

They tell me it’ll approach me with its eyes wide open,

Might even sneak up in whispers and sighs,

They tell me I’ll call it by your name,

And in return, I’ll hear mine.

~s