Every time that I run into you
I start to stammer, and repeat my phrases.
I don't know what is it you always do,
But something in your presence somehow dazes
The part of me that regulates my speech,
And turns me from a human into one
Who finds full sentences beyond my reach.
To speak is but to stare into the sun:
The very effort dazzles, to the point
Where it makes all before it pointless. I
Am certain that my tongue falls out of joint
When you are near me, and that I know why:
I love you so much that my verbal center
Shuts down whenever you, beloved, enter.
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