Perhaps

I guess you could say

that I'm a girl in love.

No?

I think so anyhow.

My heart definitely does

when it leaps as you walk in the room

My eyes think so too

becaus they always seem to seek you out.

My face conveys "I love you"

I know by how red I get.

I think this is love.

No?

Perhaps lust then.

But you're not handsome,

though very good looking

And you don't have the deepest voice,

even if you have a deep one.

No, it couldn't be lust.

Would lust stay strong

through your girlfriends

and my boyfriends?

Would lust keep from moving on

and renew everytime you talk to me?

Would I die for lust?

Perhaps.

Or maybe this is

love.

This poem is about: 
Me

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