The Act of Falling in Love

It’s strange, falling in love,
Feeling a shudder run through the body
And the heart beat so quickly.
It’s hard to tell what to do,
And the neuroscientists can tell us why,
So that all the body does is stare,
And feel flushed,
And question everything.
The effect is doubly confusing
When the object of affection is a stranger,
Known only for appearance
And a couple of brief encounters,
Because how can anyone explain these feelings
Without putting everything out there immediately?
Falling in love becomes sinking,
And drowning under the weight
Of strange questions and unexplained feelings.

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About Paul Carroll

Paul Carroll is a writer, born, raised and still living in Dublin. By day he's a student and bookseller, by night he writes fiction and uses social media.
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