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.
