Isn't it called Love!?

You said you love reading

so I started writing,

The way you were lost in those words

I was lost in those eyes,

You said you loved the night sky

so I learned to read the constellation,

As you gazed at the stars

all I did was admire my moon,

You kept talking about galaxies,

but I couldn't stop watching

the way the moonlight

softened your face.

I wondered if the moon ever felt

the same way about the sun.

You said you love the ocean,

since then, I wanted to be the one for you,

never asking for attention,

but always drawing you near,

like the waves wishpers to the shore,

gentle, yet endless,

pulling us closer,

one wave at a time.

Maybe love isn’t loud.

Maybe it’s just sitting next to someone, writing because they said they love to read,

learning the sky because they love the stars,

and going with the flow like the waves.

Isn't that called Love!?