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 clichés 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.