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Feb 2015
I grab my keys in excitement.
I missed the breeze I felt on the highway.
Staying in the fast lane doing , 80
Racing to you.

My heart is racing,
Pumping vigorously
As if it is failing.
You have the other half I need.
I'm going to get it.
I need you.

I still get butterflies every time.
Butterflies are beautiful and majestic,
But they do not compare to you.
Nothing does.
No words could describe you well enough.
Maybe they do not exist yet.
Hopefully I can create them.

My palms are still sweaty on the wheels.
I am still nervous.
I still do not think I am good enough
And I do not know why,
But you do...
And it gives me a feeling nobody can take away.

Like the view of the sun setting,
I never want to see you go away.
Because it is the view that melts my heart.
My knees are weak because of it.
I couldn't move if I wanted to.
Handicapped by love.
Incapable of straying.
Infatuated by your beauty.

I am on the ramp to my house,
Where you reside.
Home is where your heart is.
John Byrd
Written by
John Byrd  Detroit
(Detroit)   
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