You

I do not know what to write about you,
But my chest is heavy with decalaration.
My craft is weak, and my hand is idle.
Weeks have passed, but words have not.
I want to describe you through writing;
That touch, that smile.
When we kiss, you hold my face in your hand.
It causes me to forget about your lips.
This one gesture, amazing.
Feeling your eyes on me, staring.
I never acknowledge it, yet I bask in it.
Your sweet nothings are everything.
My laugh comes easy around you,
And I only want to make you happy.
So glad you are in my life.
I smile.

05/01/05