If not love, then what?

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If it's not love, then what is it?

The feelings
The sparks
The mental audio-visuals of times shared

If it's not love, so what is it?

The fluttering in your belly
They call it butterflies

If it's not love, so what is it?

The moments of silence together
Listening quietly to non-uttered words of mutual affection

If it's not love, so what is it?

The noisy times
Chattering and laughing
Talking about everything and nothing

If it's not love, so what is it?

The long deep stares
That finally give way for a slow blink

If it's not love, so what is it?

The short deep stares that end with a coy smile

If it's not love, so what is it?

The long memorable moments that seem too short

If it's not love, so what is it?

The little moments that seem like forever

If it's not love, so what is it?

If it's not love, then what is it?

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