LOVE.

How does one know they’re in love?

Is it the fluttering of the heart, the warming of the flesh?

Is it the anticipation of seeing her again that,

Wakes you up and don’t let you sleep again,

How does one know that one’s in Love?

Is it the quickening of the steps when you catch a glimpse of her,

Or the smell of her fragrance the seems to linger forever,

How does one know that one’s in love?

Me thinks it none of these

Its more to do with the way one feels

With her, there’s a whole new you,

As they say, she completes you,

Big or small, great or not, this fate has befallen them all,

But for only a few lucky ones ,does love conquer all.