Its something that gives me butterflies.
Something that give me this \'weak at the knees\' effect.
It makes me blush whenever I see them.
It makes my stomach do cartwheels when I hear their name.
This feeling that makes my heart jump with the slightest hope of taling to you.
But this feeling is also cursed with the bad that comes with the good.
Like, it also makes me feel as though I cant have what I desire.
This feeling that makes my heart ache, if I ever survived a day without them.
It makes me feel paranoid when there are others around.
As if the one that makes me this way, will be taken away from me.
This feeling makes my heart break before I even give it.
Makes you feel like nothing is worth living for if you cant see them anymore.
Like your day hasnt been fulfilled if you havent seen them.
Thats when he looks me in the eyes,
\"What is it that you feel m\'dear?
Hate to tell you, but that is love.\"
