Is it?

Is it love?
The flutter that goes through your stomach every time you meet eyes.
Is it love?
The way you think longingly of each other,
Even when you’re together?

If it is love would I even know?
Or would I be drowned in uncertainty?
How do I know if it’s truly love?
How do I know when I know?
Or do I already know?

I know the love that I feel for my dog,The way she runs and licks my face every time I see her.
I know I love my brother.
I am certain that I love my good friends,
They stick with me through it all.

If only I could be so sure about the love I may be feeling for him.
Is it love?
Or is it an inferior imitation?
Will it match the way I feel for my family,
Or will it surpass it completely?

Is it love?
Do I want it to be?
Do I know myself?
Perhaps I am the one holding my true feelings back,
Scared of what they really are.

Is it love?
I think I know the answer.
I am beginning to feel the truth.
I am am beginning to know my heart.