Heart Beat

It's been four months now,

I dont know what it is, but just the

thought of you makes my heart race,

and there's no finish line. It all started

on July 4th, I told you what was on 

my mind; a kiss that like an 

earthquake sent shockwaves of 

blood throughout my body. My heart 

continued on it's race for days. Then

it returned back to normal. For three

weeks there was no you, the thought 

of you never exited my mind, and it still 

never has. After the three weeks I 

felt like we were starting over again,

all the time we had just spent getting

to know each other vanished, like your

name when I wrote it in the clouds.

We started fresh, the 10 p.m. goodnights 

turned into 2 a.m. goodnights. We were 

falling in love but you were to scared to

admit it...  I told you I love you and all

you said was 'goodnight'.  I tried over,

and over, and over again until the I

love you's went back to I like you's.

I lost that spark for a moment, but I

knew I still loved you because 'home' is 

no longer a place, it's a person.

Cover to cover

If she was a book, 

I would memorize

her table of contents.

I would read her cover 

to cover, hoping 

to find typos just so we both 

have a few things to work on,

because we are

 all unfinished.

Yes, we all need 

a little editing. 

We are always awaiting

 "that persons" approval.

We are all praying that they

 will tell us we make sense.

She doesn't always make

 sense to me,

but her imperfections are

 the things I love about her the most.