Look inside your tiny mind

Is it love when you first see them?
When they first catch your eye?
Or does it eventually fabricate
into a love you can't deny?

Is it love when your spine gets goosebumps,
and your palms start to sweat?
Or if you're reminded of them hourly,
from sunrise to sunset?

Could it be that newfound feeling,
that tingle in your tummy?
Or could it be your bundles of laughter
because everything they say is funny?

Could it be when you start missing them
the second that they leave?
Because their lack of presence
becomes so hard to conceive...

Is it love when you start crying,
because you found out everything was a lie?
And they never really loved you,
After dedicating your heart, body, and mind?

Is it love when your heart is broken
into infinitesimal little pieces?
And after every yellow ray of sunlight
a tear from your eye releases?

Is it love or is it hate
when you doubt what you once felt,
possibly because you're mad at fate
for the hand that you've been dealt?

Was it love or imagination?
I can't seem to figure it out
Was it love or infatuation?
Because I'm not sure what LOVE is about..

-S.