It.

I fell in love something,
I call it a feeling.
Or maybe a sensation?
A sensational feeling?
Who knows!
I just know when I feel it,
Or whenever I sense it,
The ignition is external,
But the feeling is internal.
Somewhere, deep, inside.
How I wish one day,
the ignition is internal.
And then who knows,
In the process,
I become it.