my mind a racing

When he and I are together, it just feels like love 

And when we are talking and laughing together

It feels like love

And when we are hugging and going places together

It just feels like love, it feels like love

And his eyes on me and the way he looks

And what he says and the way I feel

And the things he does and the feelings I get

And the songs that play and my mind a racing

And the Spring racing before us and the sun and moon

And the low light of the evening 

With the dark trees silhouetted and the birds aflame

It just feels like love

It really does

I don't know

I must have said it all wrong

 

[Dorothea Lasky {1978- } 'It Feels Like Love', from Black Life]