Genre: Philosophical and Romance
Is It Love? by Fatima Begum
Am I in love? Or am I in love with love?
Is such a question necessary, when someone is in love? When it is me, I, myself, that is in love? The writer? Or would one call me a poet?
Unless, poetry demands me to fall in love, just so that I can write about love?
But, wait, dear sir, dear madam, what is love?
A feeling? A tingly sensation? Happiness, followed by lack of sleep?
Waiting for him to arrive? To hear his voice, for his call? For his sweet touch, his finger to slide across your bare shoulders? For his eyes, that gaze, which holds such intensity? His smiles? Smiles reserved for only your eyes?
Or is it all a weakness? One word, and every limb in your body is alert. One touch, and your body shivers with excitement. Or…
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