i don't know what love is.

if it is the way
she smiles suddenly
with a beautiful glow
and tries to hide, but fails
as she tucks a strand of her hair
behind her ear
with a soft rosy blush.

if it is the way
she starts laughing
at an old conversation,
with her delicate hand
on her luscious lips
trying to stop
the honey filled choruses
from spilling.

if it is the way
she sometimes gets lost
in time with her imaginations
as a little child would
in a garden of flowers
with the quest of the search
for the most fragrant rose.

if it is the way
she sits quietly with nature
and bathes in the moonlight at nights
with her dreamy eyes searching
among the infinite stars
for something to hold onto.

if it is the very way
she forgets her surroundings
and starts humming,
in her warm sweet voice,
flutters her eyelids close like a butterfly
and sways to her tune,
imagining how it would be
to be held so close.

if it is this way
then yes.
i have felt love
without knowing what it is.

-loving the unknown, love

{a/n - a personal favourite of mine, close to my heart}