How do you know?
How do you know?
Does your stomach get tied up in knots at the very site?
Does head spin with confusion and doubt?
Do your hands sweat so profusely that you eventually pass out from a lack of water?
Does your foot tap, tap, tap until a hole has been burned into the sole of your shoe?
Do you eyes gaze in the general direction, not making contact, but keeping them view?
Does everything you touch feel like cold metal beneath your hot hands?
Do you make up any excuse to spot them?
Do you make up any excuse to talk to them?
Do you make up any excuse to lie to them?
Do you make up any excuse to sing to them?
Do you make up any excuse to stare into their eyes?
Do you make up any excuse to stay?
Does every word said come out to mean something more?
Do interpretive skills revolve around this single emotion?
Do the planets align differently every night to cause the same reaction?
Do the stars spell out truth about life?
Does astronomy have anything to do with it at all?
Do you think about them night and day and day and night, 24/7?
Do you dream about them when you sleep?
Do you dream about them when you wish to be asleep?
Do you dream about them when you should be awake?
Do you spend more time thinking about them then doing what you should be doing?
Does work become a chore and a bore?
Does work become fun and exciting?
Do you feel happy inside?
Do you feel giddy with emotion?
Do you feel awful and sick?
Do you feel miserable?
What are the symptoms?
What are the signs?
How do you know when you are in love?
~Nkenge Wheatland (2004)
Feeling a bit poetic... and really tired. Hope it's liked.
Does your stomach get tied up in knots at the very site?
Does head spin with confusion and doubt?
Do your hands sweat so profusely that you eventually pass out from a lack of water?
Does your foot tap, tap, tap until a hole has been burned into the sole of your shoe?
Do you eyes gaze in the general direction, not making contact, but keeping them view?
Does everything you touch feel like cold metal beneath your hot hands?
Do you make up any excuse to spot them?
Do you make up any excuse to talk to them?
Do you make up any excuse to lie to them?
Do you make up any excuse to sing to them?
Do you make up any excuse to stare into their eyes?
Do you make up any excuse to stay?
Does every word said come out to mean something more?
Do interpretive skills revolve around this single emotion?
Do the planets align differently every night to cause the same reaction?
Do the stars spell out truth about life?
Does astronomy have anything to do with it at all?
Do you think about them night and day and day and night, 24/7?
Do you dream about them when you sleep?
Do you dream about them when you wish to be asleep?
Do you dream about them when you should be awake?
Do you spend more time thinking about them then doing what you should be doing?
Does work become a chore and a bore?
Does work become fun and exciting?
Do you feel happy inside?
Do you feel giddy with emotion?
Do you feel awful and sick?
Do you feel miserable?
What are the symptoms?
What are the signs?
How do you know when you are in love?
~Nkenge Wheatland (2004)
Feeling a bit poetic... and really tired. Hope it's liked.