You will know you're in love,
The second you start wondering if you are.
When, in place of someone's eyes,
You see the brightest stars.
That hold you captive,
But by choice.
And intricate melodies.
In their voice.
When, just their touch,
Could derange a simple moment.
Not being able to see them,
Becomes an act of torment.
You'll know you're in love,
When, that someone makes you cry.
When, you know they have to go.
But, your mind refuses to accept their goodbye.
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Poetry"Maybe the purpose of life, Isn't a definite aim, But, to stumble upon a place, That numbs your pain" ✒Copyrights © 2017 to @LittleMissSunshinine of Wattpad. ✒*Highest rank - 10 in poetry on 6/6/17. * First Place Winner of...
