An Irrational Attachment

I don't think that I'm floating or ranting or dying,

But when I took your hand, I felt my heart flying.

My throat sort of closed, and I stifled a gasp

When your fingers found mine with a hesitant grasp.

But I am not giggling or jumping around;

I like my feet better planted on the ground.

I keep my thoughts level and my head clear,

Taking notes on the things that I feel when you're near.