you say it is love

You say it is love and I, too, say, ah, this might just be love, after all, for you never vacate my thoughts, you never take a step towards the door, you never open a window to let the breeze in, you never go. And you say it is love, but I sometimes ask if it indeed is love? For what is love without knowing what is touch and what is taste? But you say it is love for I am constantly traversing the highways of your mind, so you say it is love and we say it is love.