LOVE OR INFATUATION?

I was very young when i saw him primarily,

I was running down the

staircase hurriedly,

He came through the school

gate smiling coyly,

My heart was beating rapidly,

Was it love or infatuation?

Everyday i saw he looked even better,

His one gaze and my cheeks turned redder,

When my books fell down he helped me gather,

I could not help my heart it did flutter,

Was it love or infatuation?

To study with him I changed my subjects,

Started to collect his favourite silly objects,

I had dreamt of cupid’s love baskets,

Hoped my heart would not shatter like point blank targets,

Was it love or infatuation?

To get my answer i was ready that day,

Determined through the school I made my way,

In class i saw he on his knees lay,

With a rose in hands and a girl to say,

Heart pondered as tears made their way,

Was it love or infatuation?