I WAS STARING AT THIS BLANK PAGE JUST WONDERING
Hoping that the words I just couldn't translate in my head,
would leap through my eyes and form the perfect love poem
Rather, the sweetest piece of literature, and most endearing
piece of crap you would ever read.
For it's not the sheet of paper that holds value,
It's the way I feel for you in my heart that matters.
And that's where the trouble begins, because without this piece of crap, I couldn't begin to tell you how I felt about you, why I fell for you, or why I etched your name inside me.
I found it hard to tell you that you meant a lot, that the desire to lay my eyes on you, was way stronger than my desire for sight.
That if I could not taste anything but the moisture off of your lips, my taste buds would certainly be satisfied.
If I could only run my hands all over the elegant design of your body, & sift through your hair with my eager fingers,
My arms would have no need for anything else.
My mind struggles to think, my breathing becomes harder I just plainly can't operate when you're not around.
And can't focus on anything else when you are.
I'm falling in love with you; I'm falling deeply in love with you.
And If I didn't have this piece of paper to let you know how much you actually mean to me, then I guess you wouldn't know.
I know this sheet of paper doesn't hold all the secrets of my love for you, but it does hold this one.
So this beautiful, sweet piece of crap literature, has some importance.
It's the gateway from my heart, to your ear.
(c) 2010 K. Gill
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