He is more than a hero

He is more than a hero
he is a god in my eyes--
the man who is allowed
to sit beside you -- hewho listens intimately
to the sweet murmur of
your voice, the enticinglaughter that makes my own
heart beat fast. If I meet
you suddenly, I can'speak -- my tongue is broken;
a thin flame runs under
my skin; seeing nothing,hearing only my own ears
drumming, I drip with sweat;
trembling shakes my bodyand I turn paler than
dry grass. At such times
death isn't far from me