My Feeling

True love depends on both the halves.

A feeling,

A dream.

With you, only you.

I hear your voice at night.

I feel your presence,

When your away. 

This damn feeling,

Do you call it love?

I wonder if you think of me.

Do you feel?

Do you dream?

Of me, or not?

Do you hear my voice?

Do you feel me with you?

What do you call it?

If you call it anything.

This feeling,

Only works,

When we both cooperate.

When I kiss you,

I hope you feel the same i do.

I hope you love me too. 

Author's Note

Yeah its a fail. but I was bored so I wrote a poem.