Treasure Island

Zandi Wardle

(South Africa)

I Love You

I write what I feel and I treasure what I love…
A thought of you stimulates my brain,
It Allows me to smile making my heart almost skip a beat,
I then hold my chest and take a deep breath…
Where do I begin?
Begin with telling you how I appreciate you?
How do I Return the warmth I feel when with you?
The tenderness that keeps me with you?
I guess It begins with me declaring…
Both on this paper and verbally as I tell you…
I love you and I’ll keep loving you
For when I’m with you I do not search for reasons coz;
You alone are reason enough for me to love!

Submitted: Monday, December 09, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, February 05, 2014

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  • Maldrick Lee (12/9/2013 2:17:00 AM)

    Somewhat it has a hint of frustration as in you were not able to tell how you felted towards that person cause of fear has make you feel weak (Report) Reply

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