There was a time
Not long ago
When I thought I was in love.
The flurry of butterflies in your stomach,
Deep drums pounding within your chest,
The jelly that was once your legs.
But now
Only a few years later
It’s not the same.
Those butterflies have all flown away,
The drums beat quieter every day
And those legs of jelly
Have hardened like stone.
What happened to what once was love?