Issa.Viaa's poem starts from a phrase most of us have said or heard: "my heart melts for him." The speaker stops to question it. Why do we use an image of melting, which sounds like something falling apart, to describe love? She points out that it stands for love here, not sorrow or pain.
The second stanza gets playful. If the heart melts, where does it end up? She guesses at the gut, where the butterflies are, or the toes, where the tingles begin. These guesses turn a familiar saying into a real physical sensation, which makes the feeling seem more vivid and a little silly in a charming way.
By the end, the questions give way to certainty. She admits the phrase is odd, but she knows exactly what it means. The broken line, "for...", works like a pause before a confession, and the last line bursts out with an exclamation mark. The mood is warm, giddy and slightly dazed, the way new love feels.