My heart flutters out of control,
beating in a rhythm I've never known,
the effort to speak is gargantuan,
and when at last I get a word out,
it comes stumbling from my lips,
I am like a drunk unable to control what I do,
at the first sight of her.
My head swims with thoughts of what to say,
my pulse races wildly through my veins,
and my heart beats out of control,
and still my words I canot get out,
at the sight of her.
My knees turn to jello and my mind to mush,
I struggle with my thoughts and wonder how to say it,
but I cannot get the words out of my mouth,
when I look upon her graceful angelic beauty,
and I wonder why she makes me feel this way.
At last it comes to me why I react this way,
thoughout my mind the reason races,
passing the word from heart to soul,
and everywhere throughout my being,
the reason so simple that I couldn't see it,
and that reason that I act this way is this:
I'm in love with this sweet little angel.
Donavon Scott Vinson
Another of my fantasy poems about meeting that special someone.
