Poems

When

How do we know when we are in love?
Is there a pivotal moment we label it?
Or does it creep up gradually
investing it's way into our minds
going through our blood
becoming part of our heart?
How do we know it's not love at first sight?
Or is it just because we have not labelled it yet?
do not ask me when I knew I loved you
because loving you has a part of me since the stars scattered themselves over the night