My Love Is Esctasy

When your near my
heart starts pounding,
Like the drums of a
marching band; for once
I am nervous; my thoughts
clouded with how horrible
I look; you take my hands,
looking into my eyes,
those sad, scared eyes; I
watch a smile cross your
lips; my heart melts as your
press those lips to mine;
Our fingers laced; pulling
away I slip my arms around
your as we embrace; this
love I have is ecstasy.