She yells because she cares; she cries because she’s frustrated.
She randomly smiles because she’s thinking of you, even if you’re already there.
She scrunches her face because she’s about to explode, not because she’s constipated.
She hits you because she wants to touch you.
She stares at you because she’s infatuated.
She calls every half hour because she misses you.
She lectures you because she’s boss, not mom.
She kisses you because she just wants to.
She asks you questions because she’s curious, not to be annoying.
She wants to know where you are to be with you.
She calls just to hear your voice.
She walks beside you to hold your hand.
She sits close to you to lean on your shoulder.
She stands in front of you because she wants a hug.
Just face it boy; she’s in love with you.
What is love?
In math: A problem.
In history: A war.
In chemistry: A reaction.
In art: A heart.