In Your Presence

In your presence, my heart races
My heart, in your presence, races,
yet stops with a single look
into your eyes.
A Spy in the House of Love
sees through my disguise,
and my soul is an open book.

You fill up all of my senses
with a single touch,
the smell of your hair
the taste of your lips
and your deep blue-eyed stare.
My heart, as such, is racing
as the lines on your palm
my lips are tracing.
Dissolving our mutual defenses.

My heart, in your presence, races,
Yet stops with a single look
Into your eyes.
Endless and warm
as a thousand blue skies.
Then I cover the distance
between our faces
and our lips find
perfect coexistence.