Love?

Love?
I told myself I wouldn't fall,
Or fall to that extent.
I hope that I will saftely pick myself up,
Or see another person fallen with me,
So we can build from the roots.
I don't really know this feeling.
It feels unlike the first time.
It feels,
Different.
I really can't explain this feeling.
The thought of you,
In my mind,
Over and over,
With almost anything I do.
The replay of your soft skin,
Brushing on mine,
The want to just hold you,
And say I love you.
But I've been holding back,
These sensitive words,
Because I'm afraid it's premature.
But I think now might be the right time,
I can only hope you feel the same,
And I can only hope this will last forever.
Could this be,
The famous thing called love?