There is always some madness in love. But there is also always some reason in madness.”

Friedrich Nietzsche

Heartbeat

I look at her eyes, her lips, her face
and then her smile, I meet her gaze
My heart soars and my mind flutters
I speak and my mouth only mutters
So many feelings, thoughts. I blush
She speaks – I go into a hush.
She asked for the time and she was gone
My heart is crushed and still life goes on.

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