Butterfly's in my stomach when you near me,
The way my stomach flips when we touch,
The fireworks in my head when we kiss.
But it's only me,
Nothing happens for you.
You feel nothing.
Not thinking about how great I am,
Not thinking of anything at all.
What do I think of?
A lot of people ask,
And the truth is,
I cant think of anything but you.
All the time,
Nothing else, just you.
The taste of your lips,
The feeling of you next to me.
Even your smell.
Some thing I'm crazy,
But few know that its love.
Love drives us all crazy eventually,
I guess my time is now.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem