I walk into the room and I feel your eye’s lingering.
The heat is beaming off your chest.
And I feel my heart pounding and pounding as if it was trying to get out.
As I give in to my temptation, you take a step back.
You see what’s happening, and brush your hand against my cheek.
And then the words come out.
“It’s Okay”
I’ll be here whenever you need me.
I’ll be here no matter what.
February 22,2015
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem