Love occupies me,
I wonder what and how it is.

A lot of times before,
I could have tried accepting it.

But the feeling is not right,
Is it not love?

I don't know how,
but somehow I knew it wasn't.

At that day we met,
our eyes did too and in silence we both were curious.

It seemed an hour long than the span it really was.

A different feel is present,
and we both wondered as we look for opportunities to catch our glimpse.

Indeed, something is stirring.

Great number of opportunities went past,
as the sensual me didn't last.

A lot of times we walked side by side,
how I wish you would grab my hand.

You've always been silent.

We never have talked.

But how can it be that you've been trespassing my thoughts?

Is it Love?

I don't know.

I dared call it an infatuation.

An urge of approaching you,
has appeared to me.

Frustrated as I was,
opportunities still fly by.

But at that one time,
I dared to grab hold.

Create an artwork of you for you,
and express my feelings far more.

And from that piece it showed me,
It is Love.

~xyranJ