What would that be?

I thought I knew identify love,But is it?
When the dreams I want your kiss, and his approach leaves me breathless, helpless.
And when your skin touches I lose my senses and leave, just leave, be greater the sense of being, and just to make me happy.
Close your eyes clenching them wanting to believe that will not end in the next second.
My thanks go under trying to cause you pain, but my hands seem a pity, mild and gentle.
But I want to make you see, to know how I feel, how all this affects me.
So let me see, let slip that is also delivered fully?And when the pleasure to arrive at the apex, or affection, or hug, is more than fatigue is rest of the world that insists on being against.