Name

In a party stuffed with people,

All of a sudden you hear my name,

Your heartbeats run helter skelter.

And your lips blush in shame,

As much as you try to keep a straight face,

A smile erupts from your lips’ corner,

You feel like dancing in the air,

The edge of your skin feels warmer,

Know then, my dear,

That it is love for sure,

And if you don’t smile, but grumble,

A frown on the face, blood cold,

Purposely, you take with love some other name,

And keep mine to blame and scold,

In the heat of the moment,

You want to hurt me, you want to kill,

Believe me, O wretched soul!

Your heart loves me still.

From My Poems: Twenty Ten