Got it Right

Yesterday, I saw a couple
and it was so clear they had it wrong
It reminded me of when you said
you hear lovers talking
and they're always so tense and upset,
but how we never feel that
We're only overjoyed,
smiling as fools do, and so content
just to know it hasn't changed
Truly your voice is all it takes
to make my stomach an echo chamber
And to see you, its almost too much,
so these days I have to breathe deeply
just to feign a degree of composure
I was worried that might fade,
but in the absence it's only intensified
So cast down your disquieted looks,
because you're all experts
and you know I'm simply blinded
If I am, then I guess I beg to be, because
I can't help but know we've got it right