if you asked me what these words meant,
i would never tell you the truth.
if you told me you loved me,
i would ask for the proof.

how is my heart responsible for loving?
my brain is the one that never stops thinking of you.
my nerves are the ones that amplify those little touches.
my knees are the ones that get a little weaker.
my tongue is the one that gets all tied up.
my eyes are the ones that keep sneaking peeks.

but my heart starts beating faster,
i can feel it everywhere,.
sometimes i get lost within its pounding
just a steady rhythm that sends me secret messages.

is that what love feels like?
to what extent does love get taken over by the brain?
how much should be gut feeling,
and what should be reason?

if you asked me if i loved you,
i would tell you the truth.