When I see you, I smile inwardly.
Is it love?
When I sleep next to you, I dream about you.
Is it lust?
Sometimes I'm afraid of the look in your eyes.
Is it hate?
I remember what happened tomorrow, but not in the past.
Is it fate?
Your heart can speak Parseltongue, and it's green.
Is it mine?
What if I call you and say you’re my Universe?
Is it fine?