Irish Riddle

There comes a time when times stands still

Nothing moves, nothing, only heart beats

First rhythmic and then goes off beat

But why? What is the cause of this change?

Why would my heart beat this way

Strange it is, not expected, like a deflated conscience

I can't seem to think when I am a mile close by

Is it physiology, psychology, or just anatomy?

Maybe music, drama, or even poetry

But one of these could describe you vividly

No doubt your type comes once in a wildnight

Like a wild fire, my nerve sends strange impulses

All my sense organs just went radio silent

No action, no reaction, no interaction

But yet each passing day presents more passion

Honestly, can't say I can explain this

It's like being randomly struck by lightening

You wonder, "of all people, why me?"

Words can't describe how I feel around you

Would I call it love?

BUT

BUT

But then what if it is?

Could a seed become a plant in a cold region?

With my heart frozen towards love

Could she have found a little soil and planted the seed?

Could it be the reason I smile more often?

Could it be the reason I look more younger?

This is just kind of too much for me

Really can't bear it anymore

Especially since I ain't sure of her heart's rhythm

Letting mine out sent a spark

That seems to either light a bulb or blow out a fuse

Wouldn't want to be a used match stick or play second fiddle

She? Well, still an Irish riddle.