I can’t force your heart to race
like mine does with a stutter
every time I see your face.
I cannot make butterflies flutter
in your tummy when we embrace
or with every word I utter.
No sentimental words I write
can conjure up majestic emotion,
no matter how hard I fight,
or whether I ply you with love potion.
I lie awake restless at night
and try to silence my devotion.
I try my hardest to be your friend
when I crave to be your lover
with ever moment together we spend
and every new side of you I discover.
I know my fragile heart will mend
and I’ll find myself another.