Shaky Knees

Shaking knees.
Oh God, what am I doing?
I stumble to tell you how I feel,
my true, honest thoughts.
"It's just him," I tell myself,
fumbling for the right words.
You smile at my innocence.
I am at a loss for words.
They, apparently, will not siffice.
Your lips near my own.
We pull apart.
I break into a wide grin;
you do, too, following suit.
Two, happy in love.
Inseperable, for all eternity.