To see you gives my world a start-
An arrhythmia for my poor heart!
The adrenaline rush to my vena cava
Makes you more stimulating than a pot of java!
I'm flustered. I shake. I think I am
Scheduling myself for a cardiogram.
Both reason and emotion are in a constant tussle
The strain's too much for this heart muscle.
And perhaps you'll think I am quite insane
But, I hope I have not loved in 'vein'.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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