Priya B. 5La

Love

I feel a warm sensation,

Deep inside of me.

I try to have some concentration,

But the feeling keeps coming back.

I try to think of what it is,

But right now I don’t have time.

I ask my mom but she says it isn’t her biz,

I feel trapped like a mime.

People don’t understand,

I need to know.

This feeling isn’t bland,

 But it can’t go.

I try to forget the feeling,

It doesn’t lighten up the mood.

I stare up at the ceiling,

But it feels too rude.

I realize what I felt,

that there’s only one word of.

  It really makes me melt,

What I felt was love.