Is This Love?

Everything that I see today
Has turned into a thing beautiful
Opposite of the sky- gray
Into a thing more suitable.

I see the window,
Opening to the town square
As the one;
Opening to castles in the air.

I see the bed,
On which I sleep
As a rose- red,
With bees asleep

I see the world
As a different place altogether
As in my bed I lie- curled;
Looking outside, at the teary weather.

I know the reason is She
For this is what people call Love.
But in doubt, I ask-
Is this love?


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