yet the yearning to pen down what I feel,
seems so urgent, that I do not know,
what to write, neither do I know 'why' to the 'how' I feel.
Words, no right words, crosses my mind,
To express the way I feel for and about, you,
'coz, you have changed my world,
the day and night, from the hour to second.
I have changed, yes, I have,
I feel different, so, much, that I don't know me anymore.
So much for the rhyme and reason, being love,
Love, is it love, I question?
I see you, yet, have to see you?
I feel you, yet, have I to feel you?
I love you, yet, do I love you more, than,
than the word, love, love itself, do I?