A.R.Czesnowski

Allergic to Love

When you are near
My palms get clammy
But i lose all fear
Only when you are near
 
Whenever you smile
Your teeth like the sun; are always shining
It runs as long as the Nile
Whenever you laugh it makes me smile
 
As you sit next to me
Butterflies gather in my belly
Nervous I am; Nervous i don’t want to be
But, allergic to love, is me
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