Heart Poem by Chelsea Pace

Thump, Thump, Thump.
Bump, Bump, Bump.
This is what my heart does,
when I think of him.
He brings me joy,
like Christmas morn.
Its hard to not think of him,
but harder to be without him.
But really and truley hard to,
say things right to him.
Its just a boy right?
A person of the opposite sex?
Wrong.
It is a he,
and he is everything to me.
Very dear and near,
even if he can't be with me.
Its very understandable.