When you look at someone in those features sharp
You can feel the spark
And you wish nothing but an eye
Is that love or just a stand by?
When you get to talk
Go on random walk
And he turns out exactly as you thought to be
Is that love or just friends simply?
When all your early fantasies
Just not be placed not in any realities
And all you want is his presence and nothing else
Is that love or something hidden in shells?
I am still not sure what love is,
But I am sure that I miss
And I wish that I have him with me
No matter what love is for him, me or thee.