Clichés

Makes my heart race.
I could just die.
Conquers all.
Feel like I'm lighter than air.
Beating like a drum.
In a daze.
"Furareta."
Is blind.
A shooting pain in my chest.
Not knowing where to turn.
Is like a rose.
As if I'm dreaming.
Overflowing with happiness.
The reason for my smile.
Beet-red.
Gives me something to look forward to.