Love in the Making

It's weird,
I know what they're talking about now,
When they say my feelings have changed,
And don't feel the same anymore.
But it feels like I can't live without him,
My heart worries when I'm not with him,
Is it a change of pace
Or a lost heart?

Who can really explain my heart
Except for myself?
No phycoligist can explain this,
I don't need their explanations.
What I need is for a clear cut answer of how I'm feeling,
But is there really one?
But who can really tell me but myself
And only myself?

Tell me,
Is it love if I question it,
or is it love in the making?
They say love has no reasoning,
No clear understanding,
I must be lost forever then.
Or I must strive for that path
Again once more,
For that feeling of my heart racing,
Feeling sick inside,
And feeling like I need him.

I always wanted that,
And now that I've finally got it,
Its slipped through my fingers
Like water running through my hands.
For that split second it was there,
For that feeling of flying,
I never want to lose that again,
I never want to feel alone like
I did back before my flying days,
Those days that seemed to last forever
And yet so quick and without a trace.

Tell me,
Is it love if I question it?
Or is this love in the making?