O heart stop thy beating for too rapidly do emotions fly. To easily do they flood all sense of logic and cause it to run in passionate strides.

Who is she to cause such a rhythm as if in sync with the music of life? She plays her part exactly on cue, for long dead hopes she does revive as feelings of love wash over you.

And all too soon you would give of yourself just to see a measly smile, for that is what you know of love and the part it plays in your story.

Only through care, by sacrifice may you show your affection and thus by reflection you curse your lot in this life as you may only live in loves shadow.