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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