What Is This? Poem by Samuel Braden

What is this warmth?
It's bubbling slowly within me,
My heart seems to beat faster
And suddenly the temperature
Seems to have risen several degrees.

What is this bright smile?
That is playing on my lips
At the simple thought of you;
And this shyness is tickling me
At the sight of you.

What is this tender red?
Brushing silently on
Across my nervous cheeks;
And suddenly, I am stammering
Due to excess words to speak.

What is this picture?
Flashing through my dreams,
I dread when I must come too
For I will no longer get to see
Because what it is… is YOU