You Are In Love With Her

If after seeing her;

You smell the fragrance,
Of the absent flower;
You feel the pleasant excitement,
Causing a little shiver;
You like to forget to blink,
And only continue seeing her;
You think that everything in the world,
You can conquer.

If while talking with her;

You feel that days are too short,
And clocks tick too early;
You take her pretending anguish,
Most seriously;
You enjoy the vibrations of her lips,
And glimpses of her teeth;
You imagine that you two are up in the sky,
And the whole world beneath.

If after bidding farewell to her;

You want to think about the dresses,
She had so beautifully put on;
You repent for not observing her minutely,
During her association;
You feel that your words to her,
Could be put in much a better way;
You decide to make her happier,
During the meeting next day.

If while missing her;

You do not like to talk to anybody,
But only to think about her;
You avoid the familiar faces,
And sit in a quiet corner;
You imagine that she is next to you,
And talk to her in murmur;
You feel that clocks tick too slowly,
And days are too longer.

If while going to meet her;

You comb your hair,
More than what you do usually;
You forget to look at the girls,
Moving around you so closely;
You doubt that people are looking at you,
With questions in their eyes;
You apprehend that your affair is known,
To all men and all the guys.

Then my friend, you are in love with her.

author: anonymous