This quiet heart of mine,
That sits deep within my chest,
Beating away with little sound,
Taking so much to impress and stir.
It jumps in little steps inside me,
Patient and silent waiting for the time,
Not desiring anything or anyone,
Until the very day when its throbs.
An ache that I've never felt before,
Excited and pulsating violently,
Whenever they are near me,
Thumping and pounding away.
What it is about that guy.
Whenever he gets too close?
It is his heated infectious smile,
Or those cold and chilling eyes?
Perhaps its his adorable caring nature,
Or maybe the touch I've always imagined,
Those desired words deep within my soul,
Wrapped around this heart to enforce the silence.
I'll clearly never be sure what it is,
Because he'll always be at arms reach,
So close but clearly so far from me,
Loving and admiring from a distance forever.
He's changed my heart into a wild beast,
No longer the quiet lifeless object,
That may as well not exist,
He's changed my life and my quiet heart.
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