The last 3 letters of the spring

I have all this love
I don't know what to do with it
I can't call it by your name
Therefore, it's nameless 
It has no shape, no smell, no future
It will never go places 
It doesn't take breaks nor wants to leave me
It's stuck
It's stuck inside me
somewhere between my ribs and my belly button 
I can't even give it to someone else
Because it's yours,
It’s yours
always))