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Aug 2013
I didn't feel butterflies in my stomach
Neither did I feel my heart skip a beat
Nor did my mind go to a complete blank.

But I was in love with you
And it was different
The feelings you evoked in me were different
And we were different,
What we had was different
And I was in love with you.

We weren't travelling the streets of Paris
like lovers do.
Neither were we kissing in the rain
like lovers do.
Nor were we dying in each other's arms
like lovers do.
We were different.

We were holding hands and counting heartbeats,
Searching for souls in each others eyes,
Tracing skins
And allowing every intoxicating feature of one another
to sink deep within the parallels of our hearts.

You were not the clichΓ©s
And how vigorous it was for me to find the words that could summon a fraction of the way I felt
when your fingers entangled with mine for the very first time.
For nothing could have been more beautiful,
nor as precious.

There were no butterflies in my stomach
But there were more than butterflies in my stomach,
My stomach had been devoured whole
And every nerve in my body had went violent.

My heart didn't skip a beat
But my heart had done more than skip a beat,
It had caused an eruption of fireworks in the core of my body,
sending waves of tingles through the course of my veins.

My mind didn't go to a complete blank
But it had done more than go to a complete blank,
It had brought the oasis of the entire universe to a complete halt.
And right there,
Right then
Everything was perfect
When you had your fingers twisted in my hair
And my ear pressed gently against your chest.

I could hear it beat,
Your heart.
And it was the beats to your heart that made mine different.

Written by
Kimberly  Singapore
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