timid yet hopeful Heart,
Love's wings first begin to flutter,
and with each beat, the past, present, and future changes.
hints of iloveyou's first uttered--
butterfly effects and Heart's exchanges.
when shall I hear You yell out loud what my lips,
closed tightly by ghosts of the past, feign not to notice?
the words that bypass my fanciful tongue and slip
in to the back of my throat, so snugly hidden in that crevice.
and when You ask me what was that I was about to say,
"nay, nay--I must have lost my train of thought."
"how curious that I am so forgetful today."
but how much longer until I get caught?
oh, Heart...
.... you're much too clever to ever fall for this, I know.
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