Is my heart still beating?
If so, why can't I feel it?
Is it just a feeling, frequently fleeting?
is my heart pounding faster than I'll admit?

If I can't feel my heart beating
Why do I feel so alive?
I feel like something has awoken me
Yet, I feel like so much of me has died

Is this what love is supposed to feel like?
Like being torn apart and sewn back together?
Is it full of curiosity, compiled of constant questions?
Is love a fierce flame, ignited by a single ember?

Does your speech falter and countenance betray you?
Do your breaths become shaky and shallow?
Does it feel like unsteady ground you'll fall through?
Do you their needs make yours feel overshadowed?

If these things are true, then I am in love
Drowning in a sea of overpowering emotion
I am in love with an angel that fell from above
The angel to which I've given my devotion

I know not when or if my love will fade
Or if my heart will be given to another
But to save my love, there's nothing I wouldn't trade
For I love my sweet angel more than any other