Rushing faster than a nervous heartbeat,
Hark I the gentle, ever-present sound!
Breathing in the background without warning
And bleeding into spirit all around.
Calmly now, you can hear it beckoning
Careful as a playful, mid-April breeze.
Nervous charm is strong and quickly growing
Causing my heart, and all I am, to freeze.
I want to hear her loudly call my name,
A musical voice I can count my own,
To sing a flood around; my heart to tame
Within organic cage of flesh and bone.
Seeing her causes all I am to seize
All that I can utter: a silent ‘please.’