Where My Love Is

You should never have...
Kissed me, hugged me.
Caressed my face.

I should never have...
Kissed you, hugged you.
Caressed your face.

I don't do that.
For I've always known.
To tell apart.
What is love.
And what is not.

But I did.
'Cos you did.

In that moment.
I was lost in your touch.
Still, I should have known better.
What is love.
And what is not.
And soon I realized.
It wasn't.
For you.
At least.

But now I know.
What I didn't know before:
What my love is.
How my love is.
Where my love is.