Sappho — He is more than hero

He is more than a hero He is a god in my eyes-- The man who is allowed To sit beside you -- he Who listens intimately To the sweet murmur of Your voice, the enticing Laughter 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 body And I turn paler than Dry grass. At such times Death isn't far from me