How She Is To Me Poem by Mark Trajano

My eyes are blurring,
my heart is pounding.
How did I ever get to feel this way
when we had little time and words to say?
A few days counted,
few mom'nts sel'cted,
I found myself falling more than I should,
pulled like some magnet I hav'n't understood.

Like changing seasons
I need a reason?
Why not dance like the leaves when fall arrives
Or sway like the snowflake in cold it strives?
Then time passed me by
I still don't know why
I should be feeling the way I am feeling
as the distance remains mystifying.