that I type out hastily on my computer,
are not proving,
satisfying to my mind.
How do you describe a feeling,
touch, smell, love,
the passion inside,
the back of someone's eyes,
the feeling you get when you hear the phone ringing,
and you just know that its them.
How do you know when its love,
Is it the way your face burns,
In blushing anticipation of their prescence?
What is love,
but a hand to hold,
and a companion so your heart,
can leap out of your chest,
and have another heart it can take a walk with?
What is love to you, when you're in love with me?