Not quite sure what to call it,
Tummy spinning, eyes glued, liking every bit.
Supposedly this word is love,
These butterflies flapping, this gift from above.
Haven't felt this way in the past,
Such an addiction, seeming to last.
One touch, one glance,
Simple things, unbreakable trance.
Guess this word suits the mood,
Tummy spinning, eyes glued.