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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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?
love it really i do it bring tears to my eyes
@lilly,
If only, if only i had known. lots of ifs and buts to be certain.
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..