tiny broken pieces and a faint memory of you

it's just love-seventy

you make me feel things I never expect to feel
like how my heart beats fast,
if it's a heart attack,
I'll die soon enough

you make me dizzy by your beauty
you hypnotize me,
even the fullest resisters would fail to object

the scary feeling of the butterflies fluttering inside my stomach,
and it does backflips when I see you, my love

all these features that you have,
it frustrates me-
but then, it's just love.