You

As I grab the ties that are slipping through my fingertips 

I clutch at what is almost gone 

In a hopeless attempt to keep control. 

I tell myself to take it slow, but the look in your eyes 

Makes me forget 

And the taste of your lips, so cautious and shy, 

Slowly pull my heart, which refuses to stay put 

And makes me lose my breath 

In a pleasant, easy way. 

Though the guards at my heart are smart and strong, 

The easy glance, 

The way you simply look at me, 

The quiet, shy things you say 

Ease them into trusting you, and their guard grows 

Less severe, their weapons lowered, 

And 

The hands that hold my heart strings are less mine 

And more yours.