i saw you

and i think i might be in Love.
Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Wait. Love. Love. Wait. Love. Love? Is it Love? Love. Love. Love? Love? Love? Love? Love? What is Love? Love, Is it Love?

Or is it an infatuation of the mind that drives my pulse to race? Is it? I hope it is because if it's love, it will take me over, over the mind, over myself. I will be a toy. A toy to Love! Love.

But I saw you turn, and my heart no longer raced. I dream of you once in a blue moon but other than that, it's as if you were never created. Guess it wasn't this Love thing I have heard about.