IS IT LOVE?

I don't wanna leave,

But I don't know how to stay Either! 

I am here thinking about you, 

Which makes leaving even harder. 

I am thinking about, 

Your thousand-watt smile for instance, 

Which makes my stomach like a butterfly garden. 

I remember when, 

I did not like to be touched, 

But yours was a strange dislike, 

I recall when never wanted to be kissed, 

But your kisses liquefied my insides. 

Darling,

I know your heart isn't a house, 

But I am used to calling it home,

Sadly it no longer feels like it!

Now that I am leaving, 

Looking for a new home,

Do I say my heart is nomadic? 

I have evolved to discern, 

That sometimes it lasts in love,

But most times it hurts instead.