I'm trying my hand at poetry. My sincere apologies to any real poets with talent who read these....
(being in love makes me wanna write the mushy stuff)....
For you....
Late at night, alone
When the only sound is that
Of my own breathing
I think of you
Words float through my mind
Arms...Close...Safe...
Sleep comes easily to me then
Because I am wrapped up
In the warm memories of the nights we have shared
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Three words
I cannot voice
Are whispered to you in my thoughts
Gently, quietly
While we lie close together
Then
I imagine
That you say those words to me
As I settle back into your waiting arms
And dream
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(being in love makes me wanna write the mushy stuff)....
For you....
Late at night, alone
When the only sound is that
Of my own breathing
I think of you
Words float through my mind
Arms...Close...Safe...
Sleep comes easily to me then
Because I am wrapped up
In the warm memories of the nights we have shared
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Three words
I cannot voice
Are whispered to you in my thoughts
Gently, quietly
While we lie close together
Then
I imagine
That you say those words to me
As I settle back into your waiting arms
And dream
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