not here for love

the muscle contracting on the left side of my body is
similar to the pounding of beats behind your chest,
appearently the section of my brain that enables me
to anticipate the joy of being with you
releases toxins into my blood stream.
givin me an explaination of "feel-lings"
see, you dont just place butterflies in my tummy...
you teach me things deeply beyond my imagination,
this ignorant world may never comprehend
the dialect that i'm speaking nor the vowels used to mouth
the meaning of " I love you."
patience.
trust.
commiment.
without these ingrediants, love turns to into hatred
causing our differences to become clearer & clearer.
LOVE LOST.