Tip Of My Tongue Poem by Bobby Pask

It's on
The tip of my tongue.
I feel like I've gone,
In my chest, and been stung.

You make me free
Of all other thought.
If only you could see
What you've wrought.

I've seen so much
But not felt.
Now all I feel is a touch
That makes my heart melt.

You control
My every action.
You play a huge role
In my reaction.

I want to tell you
How far this has come.
If only you knew
What you've done.

I lost the key
Long ago.
But now I see,
You, it's gone to.

I'm bound
To this emotion.
I think I've found
My calm to the comotion.

I wish I could now
Show you what you've brung.
This is how
It's on the tip of my tongue.