Stephen Cahill Furlong (23 August 1992 / Holles Street, Dublin, Republic of Ireland)
I Want To Tell You
Your eyes are the stars of my sky;
Your breath is my wind.
And from the moment you first said hello to me,
My heart had suddenly opened.
Nearly every day, we sit in classes together;
Yet I still cannot tell you the truth.
I do not wish to ruin what good we already have
Simply because you are just too cute.
I want to tell you something,
But the words just won't come out.
But feelings, desire and romance
Is what it's meant to be about.
With your sweetly scented dark hair
And the heavenly voice of a kitten,
I received a personal visit from the love-bug,
By whom I was strongly bitten.
There's no limit to what I want to do with you.
I take trips to the cinema for a movie to see.
In there, I turn my head to notice that empty seat,
Wishing you were right there next to me.
I dream of a dazzling summer sunset,
One that only you and I together sit through
And I refuse to deny any part of the way I feel
Whenever I am with you.
But instead I sit all alone,
My back against the trunk of an oak tree,
Telling you I want you
In the only way I know how: poetry.
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