Is It?

Is it that low voice that tells me “hello” at his every entrance?
Is it the way he listens attentively to my every sentence?
Is it the way he holds my hands, his fingers embracing mine?
Is it the way he calls me smart, dumb, deaf, and even blind?
Is it the hug that nearly chokes me out of my living breath?
Is it the feeling my heart gets when he says he loves me to death?
Is it the way he rants about philosophy but complains about math?
Is it the walls that have to suffer when his brother instigates wrath?
Is it the way he speaks, his lips curving so lightly around every word?
Is it the way his eyes light up when he tells me I’m absurd?
I’ll never understand why I love this boy so much.
I smile at the thought of him and feel relieved at every touch.
His magic has taken a hold of my heart.
This love has never ended, nor is it the start.