What is this feeling? Its like I'm addicted to you. When I see you my heart can't stop racing. You make me laugh and brighten my day, no matter what the situation. Do I love you? I think I might. But do you feel the same way about me? Do I make you happy? Oh, how I wish I knew. When I hear you speak my name, I get chills and I want you to stay. At times all I want to do is wrap my arms around you, because you know how to comfort me, and bring a smile to my face. Is this love? I've never felt this way before. Are you the one? I can't wait till the summers over and I can see your beautiful eyes again. I just can't wait. When I see you, it's immpossible for me not to smile. Is this love? Oh, how I can't wait for next year! But will I be albe to tell you what I feel? And if I do will you feel the same? I might risk it, because I can't hide this feeling any longer. I think I love you.
It does suggest that this feeling is love, such a good one indeed, but not so much when the other person does not love you back...and to tell someone else you're in love with them becomes so hard. Well written.
i know the feeling; (and mine to your's is the pen &papper) the pen you hold in your hand and the papper with your pen your poetic thouhgts flow apon, and enters my heart!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i like your poem the words in it, the style that is written its a good one.