Science explains life as a series of reactions. Some are inevitable. Some are just chance. Science is supposed to be a explanation, But somehow, Impossibly, Mabye just because I am me, Science has failed me. That day in 7th grade was just a fleeting feeling Or so I thought. A crush is just that. A confusing, scattered mix of feelings, that normally, Science could explain. Dialated pupals, Normal. Fluttering heart? Normal. Flushed cheeks? Still normal. This is what science explains. Perfect sense. But what about what it can't explain. This little fleeting feeling can Turn a normally sane person into a aparent lunatic . Turn a single word into what seems like a thousand buzzing Coded messages. Turn a slight stumble into a worldwide tumble. That quiet little feeling, That you told to just go away, Has apparently decided instead To just keep growing. To defy rationality To blurr the line between just a flutter And the unknown. Even after a year of starving that feeling, And you think, its finally gone With a mixture of disapointment and relief. Just to find out that it was hibernating And ready to make a comeback. Why Do these things That just start as just a little feeling Defy science And turn into what could be described as Resiliant, controlling, Exiting, Odd little feelings turned creature That seem to have minds of their own And a twisted sense of humor. Things that some might Call the begginings of love. One of the few, Or perhaps many, Things that are truly *undefineable.