I've tried to write these words,
so many times before.
To say the things that are in my heart,
to the man that I adore.
My page continues to stare at me,
with a blank, empty stare.
Too many thoughts cloud my mind,
too deep my words to bare.
Do I tell him that I love him,
in a way not like before?
Do I tell him that I need him,
each day, more and more?
When lieing in his bed at night,
does he know that I am there?
I'm with him in his day and night dreams,
does he know how much I care?
Overwhelmed by our passion,
and consumed by our lust.
I wonder if he wonders,
if his feelings he can trust?
Does he know when he touches me,
it nearly drops me to my knees?
Does he know what I would do for him,
for the sake of wanting to please?
I wonder if he senses,
the longing that I feel,
to see him, touch him, taste him, hold him,
to tell him this is real?
Now my page is written,
these words that bare my soul.
Do I tell him what I'm feeling,
or does he already know?
Good question, Shelly... the perfect ending to a great poem! Brian
Superb write, Shelly. You started off with a blank page and ended up with a poem of passion. And if he doesn't know by now, he's blind. Well done... Love, Fran xx
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Awesome write Shelly, AIAB