She Is Poem by Jacob Bradshaw

My heart beats, pulsing in this ribcage which barely contains it,
My breath catches, caught in the throat that has tightened,
My speech ceases, for in her presence words lose their very meaning,
Her words cause my heart to beat faster,
Her beauty steals my very breath away,
Her very presence robs me of my capacities,
For she is enthralling, captivating, astounding, astonishing,
And what is more, she I mine.