Lord, what am I going to do? You know my heart, and it just landed somewhere at that man's feet. Come tomorrow I'm going to have to scramble like mad to get some distance back so that every time he smiles my heart doesn't stop. But for the record-he's got beautiful eyes, a grin I adore, and I could see myself flirting with him for the next 50 years. Wooing someone to faith is what you do best. Please, I'd rather not get my heart broken