Breathe

The start of love.

How is it that I feel
As if I cannot breathe?
And I am so moved
When you touch my hand
As I pass you a note
To say that I have always
Wondered what you feel
When we are in the same room
Together.
And if it is the same
As what I feel,
When the world stops,
And my head spins
Because you touch my cheek
With your fingertips
And whisper the words
That I long to hear from you.