The speaker is talking about wanting to fall in love, something they have never experienced. The first stanza sounds almost dreamy, repeating how beautiful love is. But the poem soon shifts. Each line in the second stanza begins with "a feeling," and the verbs grow stronger: never felt, wish I've felt, need to feel, want. That build shows longing turning into something close to urgency.
In the last two stanzas, the excitement gives way to doubt. The speaker feels sad and scared, and asks questions that sound like worry about falling behind: "Shouldn't I have, at least once?" Then comes a string of "maybe" lines. Maybe it's too soon, maybe they want it too much, maybe they are "the issue." The poem ends without an answer, which fits the confusion it describes. The mood is tender and vulnerable, with a quiet loneliness underneath. It feels like someone thinking aloud, unsure whether their wanting is normal or a flaw.