So ladies, I know you all feel me

The moment when a cute boy crosses your line of vision

The fascination that suddenly grows inside

Especially if your line of vision tends to be a plastic screen

The tingles of the sparks on your skin

The images seared behind your eyelids

Suddenly inspiration to wake up the next day is there

You want to be there every single moment

But the gift I had been given so short of a time

Was not the anticipation for his smile

But the sound of my laugh ringing through my ears

Until my voice grows hoarse.

His face is not attracting

But it's his voice when he asks me if I'm okay

It's the way he can read my mind

When I least expect it

People told me it's okay to continue to hope

That I must hold on tight to those moments

Even when I know I won't hear any words

Pass through his mouth anymore

Looks may change

But the soul of the person remains true

If I am obsessed over the way he paints life

Is that true love?