When I keep looking for you,
’round different places.
I seem to see you
in strangest places,
in shadows and faces,
and my heart races.
fast and true.
Is this love?
Is this what is,
you call love?
Is this love?
Is this what is,
you call love.
I spend my days dreaming
of imaginary things we would do.
I feel my face beaming,
with just the thoughts of you.
Of me and you,
holding hands,
four locked eyes,
lost in dreams…..
Is this love?
is this what is,
what you call love?
Is this love?
Is this what is,
you call love?
I wonder if it will be,
as sweet as it is now.
If we were together
in each other’s arms.
Will it be different
lose all its charms.
Lose all its pain and,
lose all its warmth.
Is this love, or
fear of love?
Fear of crumbling
dreams of love.
– Sandeep Raj Prasai
