When I write a poem, I write it for me. If someone has inspired a poem, they will probably never see it or hear it. This is one of the first poems I scrawled on a fresh piece of paper and handed to the person who inspired it. I was growing up. I was ready to share myself emotionally.
There's never a moment
without you on my mind
Your eyes lips hands heart
are all too kind
How I long to have you
Safely swept into my arms
To kiss hug hold love
Oh how your body warms
When we talk
your attention on me
That laugh smile
How can it be
Only your presence
has the ability
to drop my guard
setting me free
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