heartbeats

the other day,
and every day,
you show me the meaning of
"taking my breath away"
and all you do is
walk in the room.
i'm afraid this is becoming a
disastrous reflex
and one day you'll up and notice
the magic in my eyes
the soft steady speeding of my heart beat
and the honey glow of my skin
red and blossoming like a rose-
weaving across my face
and i'll wonder if you think its beautiful
or just wishful thinking.
maybe it is,
oh.. i think it might be.
i'm not asking for promises
or words or complication
i'm not asking for anything
but a chance.