Heart Race

I see your eyes and my brain plays a trick
I look into your soul and sometimes become somewhat sick
you watch me from the corner of your eye
i begin to burn inside and realize i just might die
time passes we are together
i hold your hand you bind us with leather
sometimes i feel like i should not love you
but then my heart races and i my tears fall too
those tiny little butterflies making my knees shake
that race is not something that anyone could fake...

i love your laugh
i love your smile
i love everything that you do for me....
you make me laugh you make me cry...
you make my heart race like when the angels fly.

by Sara Knutson

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