Falling

by The Queen of Spades

Could it be
That I'm falling
In this thing
That they call love
That when she
Brushes her hand
Against mine
My heart stops
Then starts again
Pumping hard
Beating strong
Much more vital
Than ever before
That this feeling
I had thought
Would never rise in me
Is flooding
My every limb
My every thought
Invading my core
I can't believe
That is possible
And that maybe...
...I'm in love