Clockwork

The ominous tick, tick, tick of the heart...
   [Quickens my pace]
   [Dilates my pupils]
Makes me think I have a chance in this race.

The words that are confusing as your glances...
   [Make me sweat]
   [Make me delirious]
Makes me almost glad we'd met.

The affinities you hold so close and dear...
   [Is a thing I adore]
   [Lowers my respect for you]
Sparks a curiousness to hear more.

You are...
   [My impending doom]
   [Why I laugh]
The reason my heart goes tick, tick, tick, boom.

The End

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