| Love in the Face I think about how sometimes seeing you rearranges me. It pushes my heart into my throat, and my eyes to the ground. And I swear my knees fall out from under me Because all I can feel is the weakness from where they once were. And every time my stomach turns itself out And I can feel the butterflies' wings flitting around on it. Never mind what happens when you look at me. Sometimes love is too much to handle when you look at it in the Face. |