Sick?

This what happens
It starts with a chill
I begin to stutter
And I cant sit still

I shake my foot
As I choose my words
Arranging my sentence
So i wont sound absurd

I am short of breath
And start to sweat
Don't say what I want
Which ill later regret

I bite my lower lip
until its completely numb
My nerves run wild
As I start to succumb

My stomach twists
and begins to ache
My eyes water
like a flooding lake

I'm not complaining
Not in the least bit
These are not the symptoms
Of some one whose sick

I do not mind
feeling this way
If given the choice
Id feel it every day

These feelings are
not a result of the flu
I only feel them
When I'm with you