some call it love

i'd like to find a word
that best describes
the anticipation
of seeing you at night
the erratic beats
of my heart, gone mad
you'd say, oh! yes, maybe
mad...

help me define that state
when eloquence is lost
and pride is choked
with simple carefree thoughts
knowing unintelligible whispers
will be bridged by warmth
in silences that fills
the old forgotten void

please don't look for rhymes
metaphors you wont find
this is not a poem...
it's just my heart's musings
on the new things i discovered
the sheepish grin
a silly teardrop
the timid laughter
a trembling voice

some would simply call it love
i say, it must be
much more than that