I am in love, she says.
She knows she is in love.
You know it when you feel
Every second and every heartbeat
And time becomes endless yet never enough.
It was like trying to fit every single word
Into a long string of a sentence
And never have it be given justice.
She is in love, she knows.
She sees nothing but colour and joy.
She believes, in all of her countable seconds,
That this must be what it feels like –
To be in love.