I see you and my palms begin to sweat. <br />My mouth grows drier with each breath I take. <br />My knees begin to quiver and I say the darndest things, <br />which my mouth can’t stop, and my heart begins to quake. <br />My limbs grow limp and my stomach starts to churn. <br />I feel faint as vision starts to fade. <br />I want to run far, far away, but <br />it’s too late to be afraid. <br /> <br />Too late to be afraid of love <br />and what now seems to be the latest fashion. <br />Tis’ true I know, but sadly so, <br />it’s nothing more than a Rhyme of Passion.<br /><br />Christine K. Trease<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-rhyme-of-passion/
