Limerence Way

Love that isn’t real,
A fiery passion ignites my heart,
Sparking sweet, thrilling sensations,
And with each glance, I’m caught in a trance.

Spun in a whirlwind,
In a dance where time bends for romance.
Just your touch was enough,
With every caress, I’m left shattered.

Each thought like a song whispers to me,
Yet tethered by doubt, a precarious plea.
Oh, the thrill of what might never be,
A longing that’s sweet agony.

In the silence, I drown, lost in thought,
In limerence's sway where all senses play.
In this rapture, I wait, heart on display,
For a love that isn’t real—
In limerence way.