What's love?!

What's love? they asked: I looked at you and replied, just like the beautiful rays. 

When he smiles, I gaze; 

No one looks, so I embrace. 

Little words he utters, so I get amazed. 

His brows, when raised, that's what I chase.

 No fruit tastes the way his lips have a taste. 

Worries that I had, he just erased.

 Everyone may think he's messed,

 but just ask me.

 I'm a mess, and he's my grace