The intensity of which I feel

has gradually increased

to a point where I don’t know

the difference between the

flowers that permeate the air

and the sweet scent of you

that lingers on my body.

The confusion that surrounds me

has become nothing more than a

constant cycle of questions –

to the point in which I question

even the feeling of the love.

And no longer can I hide behind the

easy facade of not feeling,

because beloved, I feel.

And I have discovered that not only do I feel,

I love.