But when is it that my heart races most madly?

You send my heart racing 
even though I don't quite 
know your name 

You send my heart racing 
despite the fact I asked you out 
and you said no

You send my heart racing 
because you speak to me in
a rustic second language 

You send my heart racing 
because your so prim and proper 
while i'm a dishevelled mess 

You send my heart racing 
like a beam of light bouncing 
off the face of a pretty girl 

But when is it that my heart races most madly?

Whenever
I dive deep down into
your mesmerising crystal
blue eyes
Overcome with the sublime
intoxicated
feeling of love
that only 
bi-polar allows 

my heart is a wounded animal running through a forest

My heart is a wounded animal  Running through a forest  lost Never to be seen again slowly faltering confused inconsolable darting down a dead end path as the sun falls in the sky releasing a phantasmic sunset I am alone leaking the last remnants of life force        my God given body ceasing to function amongst the trees all sullen unmoving indifferent to my deathly howls of pain.     In contrast woken from a tearful slumber countless birds look with sadness and dis-belief as I fall my faulty ankle giving way thrown by gravity yet I tumble with delight down the weathered cliff face alas my saving grace in a moment of free fall I am juxtaposed entire abruptly halted in my tracks as the hounds viciously round the corner there well trained snouts have misplaced my scent to them it seems as if I have foolishly disappeared without a trace