What is This?

Emotions bubble in my throat like an active volcano,
Oceans-full rumble against my heart like a moat,
I had a fence there but now it’s apart.
Suspense building like something Stephen King wrote.
I’m on the edge of my seat, about to fall like wet soap is under my feet.
Slipping, tripping, fumbling, and stumbling.
What is this? It’s not wet soap…
Imagery and reality sometimes don’t cope,
But you can’t see it, senses can’t comprehend it.
Science fails to observe it.
What is this?
This thing I can’t resist and seems to have me at the wrists,
But I can’t or won’t dare to struggle,
Because I’m stoned with it like a drug—le,
And I’m looking it up on google,
What is this?
Hitting me like a heavyweight boxer,
Yet feeling like a fire, a cup of cocoa, and a blanket on a freezing winter day.
A, intoxicating but exuberating and exhilarating smell,
Like a fresh batch of chocolate chip cookies, its one we all know.
Yet we almost nothing about it…
Like a reunited best friend,
You want to ask where they have been, all these years,
But you know that the awkwardness overrides, and adds fears.
But it’s also there invading my atmosphere,
It’s only been a day, yet it is having its way, My mind says “no” but my heart says “yes”,
What is this?
It’s what I feel and what I breathe, it’s what I taste as well as smell, and I do see it.
It’s everywhere I turn, and it burns deep in my chest.
It’s you, I can’t resist.
What is it?
On the tip of my tongue and in the front of my mind,
But the words become hard to find,
And I could write pages and pages,
For these feelings can’t be summed up in quick phases,
And my heart continues and blazes,
And my mind is stuck in hazes,
Logic is running in a plethora of mazes,
My path has been traveled for days by what used to be a stranger,
But I feel so far from danger in the midst of her eyes gazing,
Yet why is my mind screaming?
Furthermore, Why isn’t it making a sound?
Heart door open wide like a book ready to be found and read,
How could this happen? It’s so profound…
What is this?