I see you and my palms begin to sweat.
My mouth grows drier with each breath I take.
My knees begin to quiver and I say the darndest things,
which my mouth can’t stop, and my heart begins to quake.
My limbs grow limp and my stomach starts to churn.
I feel faint as vision starts to fade.
I want to run far, far away, but
it’s too late to be afraid.
Too late to be afraid of love
and what now seems to be the latest fashion.
Tis’ true I know, but sadly so,
it’s nothing more than a Rhyme of Passion.
Christine K. Trease
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-rhyme-of-passion/
