Irregular

For every few pairs of heartbeat,

I often skip a beat.

Separate and unique,

The doctor said it is a disorder,

But as I lay sleepless in bed,

I count the beats, until for every odd one,

I lose the rhythm, begin all over again.

I often wonder why, my heart doesn't make music

Like yours?

Why mine is chosen to be this way?

I never knew how people skip a beat,

Seeing someone they love.

I skip beats all the time.

Then I found you,

In you, I discovered myself,

I found my music and understood

All my odd beats have been kept away

Just for you.

~ Suranya