What Is It?
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 © Deborah Herber | Year Posted 2010
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