If It’s Love, You’ll Know

Before you and I started talking, I hadn't noticed you much.

Sure, I knew your name, and I could describe your appearance if someone asked me to,

but you weren't someone who was in my thoughts much at all.

It wasn't love at first sight,

at least not physically.

But the moment you opened up, and I got to see the real you,

the one that you hide from others because you've been hurt before,

because you're scared to be you in such a cruel world,

I knew it was love.

I had fallen in love with your heart,

your soul.

It was only then that I fell in love with your caring eyes,

your warm smile,

the way your hair would get in your face, and you'd flip it back.

I had never noticed how you hid your body before either,

I didn't notice that the sweatshirt you wore everyday wasn't some sentimental thing,

that it was your protection.

I didn't notice that you were hurt so bad that you constantly found ways to hide yourself,

until you opened up to me.

So no, I don't believe in love at first sight in the traditional way,

but I do think that the moment you really see a person,

for their heart and soul,

you'll know right away

if it's love.