Makes me question my walls,
They may not be set on hard enough ground,
Causing the house to fall,
I actually know nothing about it,
I'm not an engineer,
I'm short of the dedication to math,
And the creativity wrapped in fear.
I'm pretty sure it means nothing at all,
My gut is never wrong,
Sure, sometimes it gets upset with my food,
For, for my'eart it does long.
But that is love,
It's a magnetic field.
They're produced absolutely anywhere,
Elemental particles choose to feel.