NERVOUS

Shaking.
Heart fluttering.
Can't focus on anything but the floor--
Some distant spot seen only by her.
And oh, Love, there's her name
Echoing across the room.
She stops quickly towards the stage,
But not too fast, she doesn't want to look like she's rushing.
So here she is on the stage...
Luckily the light is in her eyes
And she can't see them staring,
Watching,
Waiting...
She'll soon begin to recite.
She may talk a bit fast
Or stumble over her words,
But please be polite.
Try not to laugh
And maybe you'll appreciate her
And what she has to say.