My heart races
at the thought
of seeing you –
You, a stranger;
My knees quake,
stomach churns.
But maybe by lunchtime we’ll be acquainted,
and by evening friends.
My heart races
at the thought
of seeing you –
You, a stranger;
My knees quake,
stomach churns.
But maybe by lunchtime we’ll be acquainted,
and by evening friends.