A Most Peculiar Feeling

PassionedPerspective

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.

  • Author: PassionedPerspective (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 1st, 2017 05:01
  • Comment from author about the poem: There's a girl I know, and for the past few days she's been dancing with my thoughts. I wrote this poem for her, but she may never read it, never know the truth that lies behind my own eyes. I hope that somebody, somewhere, reads this poem so that the passion I poured into it isn't lost
  • Category: Love
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Comments2

  • orchidee

    Yep, you're in love, seems to me! But how would I know? I swoon at the slightest 'hottest' thing! heehee. It's me sheltered life, you see.

    • PassionedPerspective

      As do I, my friend; and yet I still feel like each and every one of them is special in some way, but there is usually one to stand above them all. Some people never find them, and live life without worry of being hurt by falling for someone. Either way is fair

    • jenny.g

      Brilliant work. Most will be able to relate.



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