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It starts in your stomach With a little flutter Then flows through your body Turning it to butter. Your legs become weak Your thoughts in a jumble Your chest aches As your heart takes a tumble. An intense burning Heats your face And suddenly your coordination Loses it’s grace. It’s not a disease But a complex thing That causes you to smile And makes you want to sing. Sometimes it last For many years Other times it ends Leaving behind tears. It’s unpredictable Hitting you out of the blue Making you wonder If it’s really true. Young or old The feeling is the same Creating a passion That’s hard to tame. It starts in your stomach Tying it into knots Filling your head With romantic thoughts.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010

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Date: 5/10/2010 4:43:00 AM
The love bug! or lust bug? LOL silly and grand. Light & Love
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Date: 1/30/2010 7:54:00 PM
Great write. I love those feelings! Thanks for the reminder.
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Date: 1/28/2010 5:32:00 PM
Deborah, its a late night for me in Scotland, but it has been worth it reading this lovely piece >> Soup Mail for you >> James
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