My breath is continuously held,
Waiting to be released.
For when I see your face.
The wind will be knocked out of me.
The drums will begin to play.
The vines will begin to tighten.
The frog will get their tongues tied together as they shoot out to catch the insect flying by.
The blinkers will be put on the horses so that all they can see is you.
The air will thin out to the point where the stars will begin to flash before my eyes.
The sun will shine brightly,
And thee wind will caress me with its gentle fingers.
When the time has come,
I will know,
You are the one.