That which
Sounds like footsteps on the stairs of my body
Knocks at the door of my heart
Brews potions in the *** of my soul

That which
Purloins my sleep
Wets my eyes
You saying would make die happy

That which
Twists my stomach in knots
Hitches my breaths shallow
Makes that beneath my ribs to stop at your sight

I could call it a wave
But it do more than flow in it
I could call it the sun
But I do more than blossom beneath it
I could call it a feeling
But I could not explain it

Dear one
Please you tell me it's name

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