Love: Version 1

Love this may not quite be
But something very close
That has kept me awake
Thinking about the words
You may have said,
Or not.

When you turned at the door
And half looked back at me
You have planted questions
Providing no answers:
Was that look love,
Or not?

I shall cast off my doubts
And offer you just this:
The unkempt words I write
In childlike simple faith.
This then is love.
Maybe?

Diptesh Ghosh