Mention Love?

Sadness...sighing...
Am I crying?
Wipe my eyes, this seems silly,
But not that much, really,
It boils down to nothing other
than my heart belonging to another
who is meaning more to me each day.
What more is there to say?
'From the first' she said,
and I lie in bed
thinking much of the same.
But never knowing if it'd sound lame
for me to bring such thoughts to bear
when I'm hardly ever even there
to be with her from day to day
see that smile, hear her say
how she's doing,
how things are going,
whether she's sick or well.
Oh, fucking hell.
My palms are clammy, wet
with a cold, clingy sweat
that covers them like a glove.
Dare I mention love?