Why was it love?

Why was it love? When I tried to find you in the crowd When I call your name before I sleep When I search your paper in those sheets And when I patiently wait to hear you voice Was it love? That now, I always look at my side To have a glimpse of you starring back. How I wished that what you feel about me Was the same to me lingering for you Love? I no longer know if that is what I feel I don't want to lose this love for you But as time comes I am getting tired too Here I am in the hall, ending my gaze at you