IS THIS LOVE?

My heart throbbed at the mention of his name. He took my breath away when I least expected it. Fantasy, dreams, hopes and desires burning. Grandiose ache for him so subtle I can't decipher Is this love? I'm always piqued at the statement, love at first sight' Lo and behold I am a victim My first gaze at him crippled my legs, I ran out of breath gasping for air I felt a tornado whirling in my heart When I heard his deep and exquisite accent, thunder and lightning struck. Butterflies in my tummy; ulcer, my heart pumping blood abruptly and my head blank I could not think again Archibald Albeit Richard Spencer Dear Zeus of Olymbus, I'm in love with a London Boy.