I've got this weird tingling sensation
Like it's the first day of creation
There are butterflies in my belly
And my legs feel like jelly
Each breath comes out a sigh
And the big question is why?
Is this how love is suppose to feel?
Is it an indication that it's real?
Do I doubt the rapid beating of my heart?
Will it stay together or will it fall apart?
My nerves are on edge all the time
Lacking rhythm, lacking rhyme
I have goose bumps all over me
How can I solve this mystery?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
stay mystyfied... it's yr first day to creation, most likely the second day a dinorsaur will digest all your questions.