Inside Poem by Deborah Cromer

Could you imagine if I wrote everyday
My words on paper would dance and play
Many thoughts drift around endlessly it seems
Awake and conscious, living in daydreams
The only place that I want to be
Is the place I am truly needed, you see
My words are feelings, that I cannot explain
Only love, warmth and kisses, never the pain
You stir emotions in my heart and in my mind
I catch myself wondering who I might find
My imagination goes wild when I look your way
I find you magical and pleasing inside the day
In the silence my heart screams for you to hear
I find a calmness whenever you are near
Could you guess this would ever come to age
Thoughts and emotions drowning within the page
There are not enough words to ever say
What it is you do to me in a special way
It is power and control, out of my reach
Patience is mine now to master and teach
Is it just the paper with a mind of it's own
To bring thoughts to life, I have never known
It could be the pen, with a life to be heard
Scribbling out breaths with every word
I am in a space that I have never been
This is more than just paper and pen