What is this called, this feeling I have in my chest

What is this called, this feeling I have in my chest.

Squeezing and hurting and throbbing beneath my breast.

It hurts a lot sometimes

But it feels so nice.

I wish I could do something, without paying a price.

Love?

Is that what it's called?

No wonder, because when I think of you my heart soars like a dove.

Faeries dance in my head and my heart feels so warm.

When you look at me, I'm under your charm.

What is this called, this feeling I have in my chest.

Squeezing and hurting and throbbing beneath my breast.

I know what it is because I feel like a dove.

This feeling I have is one word.

Called love.