Be still my beating heart she has you all bent out of shape,
and workin crazy overtime; it’s never in debate,
that what she does effects you and it’s really time she knows,
to glimpse a precious second of her pretty smile and toes,
just bring to mind the “what could beâ€; she’s sure enough for me, and if I had one wish I’d wish for sure she’s loving me,
appreciating poetry and roses just because, the grand romantic gestures and you know it’ll just be us.
Be still my beating heart before she makes you blow your top, like bangers do so often when they’re reppin for the block,
see I’m not scared of dying be it weapons or the cops, I also know that what I feel for her will never stop.
So listen close to what I say because I speak for health, that girl’ll make you bust a valve and make ME leak to death,
it shouldn’t come to that but yo, this girl imparts her will, on men and doesn’t know I tell you foolish heart, be still.
©2013
The Cunning Linguist