What is This Feeling?

I've been asked how I feel for you,
But, in truth, it's hard to say.
Not too sure what the word love means,
So I'll not use it today.

I will say you make me happy
Even in the worst of moods
Whether I'm hacked off, lost, depressed
All I need think of is you.

You're my last though before I sleep
And my first when I awake.
Then spacing out at random times,
I'm thinking of you all day.

And when I catch a glimpse of you,
All the darkness turns to light,
And I can take on the whole world
Because you make things feel right.

Your hug is like no hug before.
Held close, I feel something new:
Most pleasant of human feelings,
And I feel it here with you.

I long to rightly call you mine,
Yet I'm kept away from you,
Thus making these feelings fiercer.
Now I don't know what to do.

You're the answer to many prayers.
I know I am truly blessed
To care for one who cares for me,
Who has swept away my breath.

And you've made me feel comfortable,
That I'd tell you anything;
That I could cry on your shoulder,
If ever I was in need.

Important, special, and cared for,
This is how you make me feel.
Could this be what they call love?
Whatever it is, it's real

So whether I "love" you or not
Depends on how it's defined.
And I don't care what you call it,
As long as I call you mine.