​Fall, trip, stumble

I fall, trip and stumble,

stutter, spit and mumble.

Over words I want to say,

But when you look at me in that way.

I melt, I’m putty in your hand,

I’m in a muddle, nothing goes to plan.

Those eyes hold me intensely,

I’m all yours, totally, completely.

I lose my train of thought,

I forget all I’ve been taught.

You have me all bent out of shape,

You’re like a labyrinth, there’s no escape.