Faint flutters in my chest
Unpredictable palpitations of my heart
Lungs… Can’t. quite, catch; their rhy-thm.
Her voice like a sacred tune, I swoon over
Exposure embedded in our tongues
Unsure of her song, but it knows me.
Loathing another goodbye
With soft pleas and comedic cries
We were never meant to separate
She can calm the seas that rage in me
And I can sail the ocean of her heart, yet
It’s only the start. It’s only the start, but she knows me.