Love,
Just a four letter word describing something we think we feel.
Your feeling warmth, the fast beating of your heart,
The butterflies in your stomach, and the indescribable emotions,
Is this love, or just fear?
What really is love?
Is it this? Is it feeling anxious?
Is it not being able to live with out them?
Is all of this really love?
Or is it fear of what is to come?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem