What is love?

What is love? What is love? A glance that feels like fate, A silence that trembles louder than words. You look at me, and my world forgets how to breathe. One smile, and it all begins again. They say this isn’t real love— no promises, no confessions, no script. But how do I explain that your eyes speak in a language my heart already knows? Love may not reach heaven, but even if it sinks into my grave, it will bloom each time your memory breathes again. Is this love? Only you can say the answer. -Aria lune