Two knocked knees, a flurried heart
A caught breath, with lips apart.
A lowered lid, a hidden smile,
Two fingers twisted like a twine.
A tapping toe on a resting foot,
Thoughts which stray off the route.
Gently dancing, sparkling eyes.
Breath laced with faithless sighs.
Jaunty laughs which hide the fumble,
Of vacuous words in voice atremble.
Stiff white linen with a lacy trim,
And a love story that’s hidden within.
