Maturity stops the dampen — a poem

There’s a familiar flutter
That’s unfamiliar
The beginning of a patter,
As my heart stirs
Slowly.
Ever so tentatively.
Finding its feet
On this new road.
And my stomach starts
To move and clench
Even while my head
Tells it to quieten
Because anxiety
And love
Don’t mix
But maturity stops
The dampen.