• My heart is pounding,

    And my throat is dry,

    My hands are sweaty,

    And I can't stop looking your way.

    Is this what they call love,

    When my heart is pounding,

    And my cheeks burn red?

    When I just can’t seem to get your image out of my head?

    I dare to move forward

    but then I move back.

    Afraid of being rejected

    afraid that my feelings wont be met.

    but what is love, with out chances

    without risks and mistakes

    so I draw in a breath, and move foreward

    and I hope for the best.