To The One I Love Poem by Cherokee Lady

We talk on the phone,
All hours of the night.
When you are gone,
I want you in my sight.

Your sweet brown eyes,
Look right through me.
You have me mesmerized,
And you're so meant for me.

Nothing can stop a love like this,
Not sea, nor land, or air.
The grasp of your arms, I do miss.
But I still love you when you are way over there.

We talk about 'hush nothings',
I give you all I have.
You gave me you're heart,
So I can say 'Yes I am his! '