What is it?

I don't know, maybe it' s because
it is a long distance thing,
but I'm still madly, hopelessly, blissfully in love.
Or maybe it's those hands.
Or those eyes.
Or that generous heart.
Or that amazing mind.
Whatever it is,
I cant get enough of it,
every time he comes round.

Probably he feels the same,

cause he keeps coming,
three and a half years down the road.

Whatever it is,
we both have it...