It is what it is

What being loved is really like?
Such question always flooded my mind
Is it when no words will be of any use
To completely define my feelings for you?

The moment I’ll see your shining eyes
And will get enchanted by your beautiful smile
Would the whole world just freeze?
The only sound I can hear would be my own heartbeat?

But there were no butterflies
No sparkles but only dark blue skies
Just a beautiful sunset marking our sad end
As there’s always a difference in what we think and what we actually get