Hey, Love

But love

Is what she

Called me

She would

Look at me

And every single

Time she did

I felt a flaw disappear

One after another

A flaw took off

And another

Went down the drain

But love

Is what she said

I was

she kissed me

And I felt my

Heart skip a beat

And I felt those

Flying insects

They call butterflies

Then one day

I was walking back home

From an evening out

With friends

And I heard her voice

She said “Hey love”

I turned around

But this time,

She was calling out

To someone else.

Silly me!

The last time someone

asked me who I was,

I called myself ‘Love’