Walking On Air Poem by Holly Moon

You're walking home
One Saturday morning
You catch a glimpse
Of the one you love
Driving up your road
Your feet float over ground
Your heart soars to the highest skies
Surely your eyes are true
He's coming to see you
Your mind is racing
You need to change to look your best
You hurry your walk
With butterflies in your stomach
And a fast-beating heart
You're agitated and trembling
You're zipper sticks as you change your dress
So aroused with the knock on your door.