Love?

Putting me up on a pedestal,
loving everything about me.
Loving holding his hand,
loving looking into his eyes.
Loving everything about him.

Long hours on the phone,
sweet kisses on the cheek.
It seems like love
but all too quick.

Skipping class
and sneaking out.
Holding hands
and walking around.
Looking into his eyes
as he looks in mine.
Knowing that I'm his
and he's mine.

Cute gestures,
and sweet sayings.
I want to say I love you,
but I fear it's too soon.

It seems perfect,
the way we are.
It's going so well,
how long will it last?
Will it be love?
I think so.
Because he's too perfect
to let go.