If love be not a tingling in the stomach;
If it be not a wooziness in the head,
An uplifting, unending lightness
That carries you from the heart of dawn
To the very depths of the blackest nights;
If it be not pleasure on top of ecstasy,
A euphoria that overtakes and elevates,
A heaven, a paradise, rapture and bliss,
It is not love, but a heart gone amiss.