The Language of Song

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1nSAwgCoy2s

I have the joy of seeing you everyday. That face, that hair, those eyes. For weeks, months even, I stayed quiet. Away from your glance, embarrassed that you would not like what you would see. Embarrassed that I may crack under the pressure and my nerves, and my first impression would end up being my last. "Hi" you'd say. Shocked and confused, I froze. My body numb and my brain not functioning at all. No words and no graceful moments ran through me. The pressure and nerves got to me, but eventually I was able to push the word, H-Hello, out of my nervously sewn shut lips. His smile shook every single dynamic bone in my body, and my heart raced at a thousand beats per minute. If I could get my neck to even move the slightest to look down at my chest, I could swear I would be able to see the outline of the excited heart that normally beats calmly in my chest cavity. 

"We should hang out? Ya know together, see a movie or something." No way. He asked me...to...no way. Now I had lost it, every single blood vessel incased under my fair skin rushed, giving me the warmest and rosiest cheeks I had ever felt. Those words that had left his mouth were sweeter then any ripe melon I could have ever tasted. His words were not at all fake like those rocks hanging off a woman's neck, but rather real and sincere. I felt his love coursing through his veins, out through his speech, and right into my ready -but shaking with nerves- ears. He was real, the feeling was real, and this moment was real. 

"Y-Yes!" I said excitedly, "Of coarse."