If I…

1. did not
   describe my heart, how it
   yearns for you, how it
2. quickens at every
   sight of you, every instant when I first
   hear your voice, if I
3. did not
   write of how it
   races when you
4. come near, that it
   has
   skipped when you
5. have
   touched me, that it
   pounds with the
6. expectation of your
   touch, every
   beat so hard that it
7. shakes my body enough for you to
   see, if I
   chose to
8. keep the secret of its quiet rhythm in the morning when I
   wake, how long I
   have
9. lain, quietly
   amazed as our hearts
   beat in perfect
10. synchrony, that I
    wondered how many minutes
    would
11. pass before their rhythms
    diverged, every word
    withheld as I
12. lay down my pen and
    lock it
    away with its barren white sheets, if I
13. swore not to
    describe my heart,
    would it
14. stop
    beating
    forever?

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