with you.
(written January 2016; reposting because I love this one…)
I am weak
And I am afraid
To tell you
That I am in love
With your eyes
With the sound of your laugh
And your voice
(Deep and sexy and perfect)
With your thoughts
And how you read mine
(Even though
You don’t know you can)
With the way
You think you’re just a man
(And you are
A sweet, beautiful man
But not ‘just’
You are so much more)
With your touch
When your skin brushes mine
You may think
I don’t even notice
But I do
Because it makes me tingle
(Everywhere)
My heart forgets to beat
And I try
To remember to breathe but
I struggle
Because I am weak and afraid
To tell you
That I am in love
With you
©2016 what sandra thinks
Think we’ve all felt that way, at one time or another. Well, not necessarily about the deep voice thing, in my case at least. Though I do enjoy that Demi Moore kinda rasp. I’m getting off topic here. Anyway, love the poem. 😃
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Thanks. Hey, I have that voice… when I get a cold. 😃
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Hahaha! Hey, it doesn’t matter how it happens, just that it does happen, right? 😃
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Right! 🙂
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