Love Fever

Is it love? Eyes get stretched for him in the crowd Like to draw his mind by calling friends aloud Scouring his face in the pages of books His absence makes tears run like brooks Feet get dragged to window listening his voice Mind gets confused losing appetite and choice In the middle of the nights lights are turned on With the family and friends heart feels forlorn Is it love? The heart pounds hard to see his innocent smile His warm breathings can be felt from a mile Chin rests on the palm in a thoughtful mood The body swells to gift him the raw womanhood Fingers suppose to play with the hairs of his chest Wishing to be kissed and hear ‘you are the best’ Hands are raised and fingers dance in the air To draw towards this tender heart his roving stare Is it love? The sun seems sloth, the minutes move slow He is nowhere to be seen and the face losses its glow Blackboard seem blank, classes look empty The mind suffers as if walking a deserted city To his love can my heart ever play the host? Thoughts begin to wobble, doubts begin to float The dreams are the same-love and its rise and fall Turning sides in the bed has become the only ritual Is it love?