The Spontaneous GuyIf I could write a poem to make you fall in love with me,I would have done it the moment I met you,The moment I felt you smile..The time you took me with that kiss.I always want to make the world better wherever I go,Speak my words and strengthen every person's will.But every time I see you it's I who couldn't speak,And whenever you touch me my world's perfectly complete.So maybe tomorrow I will be able to write the poem I long to write you,Look you in the eyes and tell you how much I really want you too.It shouldn't be that hard to say a short "I love you",But falling in love has even taken me to a place far from complete.
For a DateI would like to go somewhere where I could hear you talk,Hear you tell me everything that ever mattered to you,And if you enjoy making out under the moonlight,I would then like to ask you to do it again.I would like to cuddle your hand to my chest,Curl your hair around my sleeves,Wipe the snow from your eyes,And flower that little smile to soften your lips.And I love to feel your soft lips on me,Emotions behind everything you whisper in my ears,Happiness in every one of your silly smiles,Touching the spark in me that is now completely yours.
Between HeartbeatsWe hold in our kiss what you once called the beauty of a fading dream,The light to what seems to be a way of desperation,Or perhaps just one to break down my seams.Your touch calls upon my skin waves upon waves of trembling need,Leaving me in fear of your breath-taking little smiles,A chance to lose my mind to this consolation of love in between.But I'm the one who has been preaching the lack of beauty in a fading dream,Lighting the light in making our own unfading dreams,And to perhaps hoping to fall in love somewhere in between.
Your Promiscuous WaysWhen you suddenly took my hand and told me that you love me,I've never been more touched by the need in your voice and the love in your eyes.And when you look at me in that promiscuous way,I can think of nothing else but being gazed upon by you every day.You don't do this often most of the days,But when you do,My heart burns of an unmistakable need in return,And I can feel this love in your ever simple words.It's the kind of love I've always wanted,The kind of voice that makes everything just fine.It's one of the most beautiful feelings I've ever had,And something I don't ever want to forget.
Standing With YouI am deathly afraid of how I feel when you brush your hand along my arm,Leaning beside my ear while your breath warms every bit more than my skin.And with every breath my heart would tremble a need between fear and wanting,So slowly that I began wondering if this could lead to something a little more..I always enjoyed kissing your frowns away,Knowing that my hands could soothe the pains from your back.The things you do that makes it hard to stay mad at you,The things I happily give you knowing you are mine.I long for you even when you are silly or frustrating,But especially when you are sweet and loving.I wonder if you could feel this at night,Even when we are together, the aching of my heart longing for more.
A Soft HourI wish I know when you mean to kiss me,And when you are simply reacting to me.Whether you mean to stir up my inside,Or if you just want to touch my hand.I thought of all this when I woke up today,Thinking of all the beautiful things you are everyday...And as I tried to tame this feeling in my chest,I realized that an hour has already gone by.