Remarkable Little Moments

Why is it the heart thats assosiated with love?
When I feel love, I feel it all over.
Am I different that way?
My innocent green eyes feel a magnatude.
My mind feels totally absorbed.
My legs are longing to walk that way.
My fingers have no choice but to doodle that name all over.
My head has a constant reply of all the small, but remarkable little moments.
But despite all of this i must confess.
My heart pounds as if you could hear it.