Am I in Love?

I sat by the casement yester-dusk

Sipping a warm frothy coffee,

I saw a fine bird in freedom flight

Proudly singing her best spring song

Amidst the darkling sky;

I sipped more and clung on to the flask

And the fleeting beauty thereof did win me a trophy—

I was colonized by love unbound that bright night.

Verily my eyes shifted from the humdrum throng;

I saw things many would only wonder why.

Not a question even I could ask.

Perhaps, I knew how things were meant to be—

The bird indeed had her pride

Of that I was certain, I couldn’t be wrong;

What? Am I in love at all? Sigh!!!