Strange thing called love

I was in love, the feeling new to me.
He seemed like he knew how it felt.
But love for me, in his eyes I could see.
His glance,was all it required for me like ice to melt.
Days felt like hours and hours like minutes.
He showed me a world new,it was pure magic.
With him life was such a bliss.
All we knew was our love for each other, no reasoning or logic.
We understood and satisfied each other’s desires.
But yet, we had to part, I miss him as I write this.
Too many things reminds me of him, the hills and the silent waves.
But we took it well, my sister borrowed the book.
With heavy heart and a new book I handed him over to her for them to fall in love, giving each other an understanding look.