Love is truly an obsession,
How else could I justify,
My radiant smile when I hear his voice,
My rapid heart-beats when I sense his presence,
Saying "I love you" thousands times a day,
without realizing I mean it even more
every next time I say.
Love is truly a passion,
How else could I justify,
My anxiety when he touches my shoulder
My jumpy mind when he looks deep into my eyes,
and my all day-to-day encounters with him
as if he is omnipresent;
Love is truly a sea of madness,
Sinking into the bottom of which
I have realized;
Heaven or Hell
Good or bad
Being humane or atrocious
are just our perceptions,
what really discriminates us is
'being in love' or 'not'!
