Praveen Kumar 
i was told it was love, a madness i was not willing to be drawn into, but the symptons said something else, i was told it was only love;
my legs felt wobbly when she came near, i used to gaze at the ceiling, thinking all day of the times that i could spend with her, thinking within me;
i lost myself around her, i lost track of time, sense and everything else, including courage (to tell her) when she was near;
and there i was with a valentine's day card clutched in my hand to make my love public, tell her i loved her and wanted to spend my life with her, and there i was ready to jump into madness;
madness it was, from the moment i gave her the card, i knew it;
she was the darling of all, and i was the outcast, a story fit for a movie, but this is life;
now as i think about it, i wonder was it love? or was it just infatuation? i do not know, now!
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7 comments
Seems that you have been through this. It has been quite confusing to decide between them for everyone, i guess. Nice one.
What if it was love??? What if she wished youd go back?
@lilly,
If only, if only i had known. lots of ifs and buts to be certain.
love it really i do it bring tears to my eyes
this poem is the best i’ve ever read
i also feel like this i can’t forget him i am always thinking about him he also loves me 3 years he proposes me but i did’t tell anything to him but i want to say him that i like him but i am not dare to say this
Great poem there… I happen to wonder too.. but if they went away without telling you back how they felt,then it surely might not have been mutual..