Doubts, stones in my stomach, weighing me down,
Your words, waves in the sea, floating around.
Your skin, an actor, seducing without sound,
my heart, a puppet, lost and found.
Books, revealing secrets and sweet vows to me,
Your blank pages hide the truth underneath
Fits of passionate euphoria I can’t read,
Singing words in a language I’m unable to speak.
These shared fleeting moments of mutual interest,
Your puzzle of emotions an impossible quest –
Give up your act and lend my head your chest,
Forget the game and give my heart some rest.
Your name echoes through these halls,
Flustered confessions hidden within these walls,
You should catch the heart before it falls,
It tends to run from the one who stalls.
Maria was listening to “Dive” by Ed Sheeran while writing this poem.