I Couldn't Help Myself

Stop me;

my heart is racing.

Hold me;

my knees are weak.

Calm me;

my feelings are deep.

I feel his gaze upon me;

like sunlight coming in through the blinds.

Words fail me after

he says “Hi.”

I turn away because I am shy.

Never again,

I am no slave,

I will love no more

because who needs a broken heart

to hit me like a dart!

Hold me;

for I am overcome.

Free me;

for my will is weak.

My mind says “No.”

but my heart says, “Go.”

Before I knew it

our bodies touch

in his big blue Mustang

with his cozy cushion velvet seats.

We are holding onto each other’s words and

our minds easily converge.

Our nights were spent

with his arm behind my seat,

in dark movie theatres.

Later munching on nifty noodles.

Sipping green tea,

feeling like Bruce Lee.

It wasn’t long before we bused it;

made it to a neon Vegas wedding.

Down the aisle, we walked

to a Minister who blessed us with bliss.

Then we exchanged rings and kissed.

Love is like a Monet painting.

Sweet, eternal, and noble.

We are just an average couple;

striving to make it through tough times

with love and chuckles.