Eyes grow weak upon staring.
heart grows warm upon thought.
hands go numb upon touching.
mouth goes dry to the tongue
My feet do dance at your notice.
my mind does race when we meet.
my nose knows your smell like no other.
my ears most alert when you speak.
When you enter a room people whisper.
and a glow fills the room like a crowd.
and inside my world you are center.
no future, no past, only now.
So touch me, your touch like an angel.
speaking heavenly words in its art.
and I will go on as a mortal.
slowly working my way to your heart.
1 comments:
June 12, 2009 at 11:06 PM
Very well written
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