I have felt it several times as I\'ve drifted through my life,
the hypersensitivity that cuts me like a knife is no match against the strength of a feeling rather strange,
the speeding of my heart and the racing of my brain as my thoughts become a flutter of things I need to say.
I\'ve desire to speak,
I cannot seek the words I need
I feel too meek - though sensitivity turns me bleak,
this feeling, too,
can make me weak...
And yet I keep on smiling,
for the reason of my racing mind and heart beat\'s rapid climb is that SHE stands beside me,
all the while,
as I focus on her unique smile,
that would scare away the crocodile;
the man who lives with secret guile,
crumbles beneath her stare.
The innocence and beauty of her eyes hold such a flare, they\'d encapsulate the passionate,
with their tender loving care.
So on I go, with only hope her eyes and smile remain.
If comes a day where she goes away, I may not be the same,
for I have spent much of my time thinking of what could be;
never truly knowing what her love could mean for me.
Perhaps, one day, I\'ll let her know and hope I appear appealing;
because I cannot stop and cannot slow this most peculiar feeling.