Writing the Song

How shall I sing my praises of you?
My dear, my ballad, my song is there.
The words however, are twisted and warped.
My notes, my keys, they do not synchronize.
As I try to even hum about you my dear,
My heart thumps and pounds to the beat of a drum.
This beat, what is it? It is such a strong whomp.
It takes over my body, I can't get it to stop.
My brain can't function with this beating in here,
so my heart, shall I give it to you my dear?
Trade my undying love for your serenity,
put me at ease my love.
This feeling is not one I can control,
I beg you, trade hearts for a moment.
Maybe then you will understand,
for as I write my song to you with your calm soul,
you will exist with mine out of control.
You will then see just to the extent I love you