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Do I love you?

When she asked if I love her not...

Do I love you?
I don’t know what love is
But I want to feel it with you
If that’s love, then yes, I love you.

Do I love you?
Maybe I don’t think of you all time
But I care and ask, “Have you eaten yet?”
If that’s love, then yes, I love you.

Do I love you?
I don’t cry about your problems
But I help and teach you to face them
If that’s love, then yes, I love you.

Do I love you?
I’m practical-thinking kind person
But with you, I try to be crazy like you
If that’s love, then yes, I love you.

Do I love you?
I don’t smile or laugh a lot
But with you, I’m all smiles
If that’s love, then yes, I love you.

Do I love you?
I don’t talk a lot on telephone
But I’m all jittery when you’re not reachable
If that’s love, then yes, I love you.

Do I love you?
Yes, we fight many times
But next morning, I try everything to make things work
If that’s love, then yes, I love you.

Do I love you?
I have her number saved, my ex
But I feel guilty when I see her profile picture
If that’s love, then yes, I love you.

Do I love you?
I hate khichu and sandwiches
But with you, I eat it to see laugh on your face
If that’s love, then yes, I love you.

Do I love you?
I’m good when I’m alone
But with you, everything seems pleasing
If that’s love, then yes, I love you.

How do you know that you love me?
You ask this question many times
But I reply today with this poem
If that’s love, then yes, I love you.










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