You worry,
Yet you hurry
The inner thought
Which meant to be sought.
The peace stems from the solace,
in finding the lines to your worries.

She was like music,
and I longed to dance.

Her heart was the beat,
and I begged for the chance.

Her words were the vocals,
and I was put in a trance.

Her smile was the melody,
and I fell in love at first glance.