I knew

It wasn't the first time you took my hand,
nervous, timid and awaiting rejection.
Not the gentle kiss,
like a breath on my hungry skin, heart beating.
It wasn't the first time you made me blush,
or the thousands of times after that.

It isn't the way you make me smile and laugh,
when your talking with me or loving me.
It isn't the way you never stop telling me,
how today, I'm the most beautiful I've ever been.
or how yesterday, you said the exact same thing.

Its actually, none of the things that you could list.

I knew it was love, when I looked into your warm eyes
and knew that is how you saw, this crazy connection.