Emotions run through an emotional mart,
comes and goes but always begins at a line named start.
A Longing kiss converses between silent lips,
love on the radar and beeping with multiple blips.
Sweep her off her feet, better yet, carry her off in a loving cart.
Within thy belly, butterflies dart.
Tend to a blushing face,
otherwise, it may drift around your empty space,
love is competitive and your heart is driving in a race!