I Think I Love You
My heart falters at the sight of you;
Its rhythms send it ever climbing.
My lungs beg for new air.
Sweat beads collect, but do not cool;
My face grows ever warmer before you.
Anxiety leaves tingling reminders.
My fingers knead themselves nervously.
Thought now is confusingly clouded;
My mind fails to function upon seeing you.
Simple tasks approach impossible,
My own name, I cannot remember.
I think I love you.
Ryan Hane
