you made flowers
grow in my lungs

and although they
are beautiful

I can't breathe.

I stammer and I stutter
Every time I try and talk
Can't seem to concentrate
As all my thoughts get lost
Every thing slips out my hands
Through these sweaty palms

Don't know about you
But I think I'm coming down with a case of love

The center of my chest is aching
With it beating like a drum
There is no escaping
I don't dare try turn and run
Although my heart is racing
As you've fired the starting gun

Not sure about you
But I think I'm coming down with a case of love

Could someone take my temperature
Does my forehead feel warm
As my knees are shaking
Anticipating what's to come
No if's, and's, or but's about it
I know that you're the one

This may sound crazy
But I think I'm coming down with a case of love

if only we would love  
with our eyes
closed
and our hearts
open

we would not see
the outer shell

we would simply
fall in love with
the soul
the spirit
the heart
before us

for the rest
eventually falls away

I have never stuttered in pen
misspoken in ink
or choked in my writing
the way I do
whenever I speak
my fingertips always know
the right words to say
my tongue is still learning