Science of Life
As I try to grasp upon this
abstract feeling within me,
"butterflies" as they call it,
bewildered by the tension
pressuring my cells running through me,
pumping wildly and surging
through my veins,
shockingly electric,
I knew the rollicking of my stomach was
merely the indication that
I had fallen unquestionably,
irrevocably,
and undoubtedly
in love.
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