Immortal belongings

Love , a billion Butterflies in Stomach, What could it be? A Feeling? A Emotion? Or just Love... Deeply drenched in thoughts, Imagining what could love do? Create Peace? Create Harmony? Or just Humanity... Finally, Who would fall in love? A Fool? A Genius? Or just Two Hearts...

The way you look at me, Makes me uncomfortable, You give me deep scars. Your eyes are like those lightening bolts, Which will burn me into ashes . I don't want to be noticed , In case you think this way, Get your thoughts alinged , You are giving me a bad day!