Christine K. Trease
Venturing Heart - Poem by Christine K. Trease
Be still my heart of hearts-aching to make haste but not mistake.
The pounding in my chest deafening my mind, now void of reason.
'Tis the season...for love.
Swelling within me, sweaty palms,
words that will not stutter from my mouth,
breathing deeply, but not at all, I feel faint as visions fade,
the plans I've made...gone awry.
Closer you come, my heart resounding in my ears,
incessant thumping that will not subside, nearly renders me dead.
I wish I'd have fled...far away.
Mouth so dry, my tongue is stuck.
Why am I dumb struck?
Quivering knees, utterless speech, unable to run away, or convey.
I've been told, but never known, is love supposed to be this way?
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