IS THIS LOVE?

My tongue gets all tied,

My knees start to quiver,

My body gets woozy,

My teeth start to shiver.



I start to breathe heavy,

My head starts to pound,

I try to talk,

But I can't make a sound.



When I see you from a distance,

I always seem to stare,

Imagine how I really feel,

When you are near.



Night after night

I ask the stars above,

Could this great feeling

Really be love?

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WRITTEN APRIL 28, 1989

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