8The Way I Feel
My heart dances to a wild tune when I see him,
With a flash of blinding light that makes everything else seem dim.
And every time he emerges as a whole,
Each inch rings out deep in my soul.
He exalts me to a height, up to which my heart soars,
And then always leaves me craving for more.
Is he playing with my heart or does he really care,
To question myself this I do not dare.
His smile I very much do adore,
'Cause in it I can picture the waves lashing out on to the shore,
The depth in his eyes I do revere,
'Cause in them I could drown forever and ever.
His tremendous passion ignites my heart,
And his eyes shoot arrows from which I cannot dart.
Is he playing with my heart or does he really care,
To question myself this I do not dare.
The twitch of his lips, the turn of his eyes,
I feel myself and I'm as cold as ice.
I know his mysterious air I love,
But it always leaves me feeling like a trapped dove.
And yet, as I wait for him to let me in,
There's one constant question nagging like a sin.
Is he playing with my heart or does he really care,
To question myself that I do not dare.