Yours!

I was fine, until you started to look at me

Your light brownish eyes buried behind long eyelashes

Tells a story that I dare not decipher

Too afraid to discover the unknown

You look at me as if I were something precious and rare

Your easy smile shows clearly much more

I look at you, and my heart surges and pulsates

While my legs quiver and jam

Days ago, I was worried free

Now, I am a walking mess

You’re tightlipped—a weird, peculiar speechlessness  

 That’s my biggest problem…

Rest can be read on: http://csmsmagazine.org/?p=8233. 😉