Me And You... Poem by Dean Simpson

So many reasons
With too many questions,
One question
With one reason.

Touching feet
Brushing hands,
Little looks
Why did we ever meet...

Your sweet smile grasped me
I was like a fish on a hook,
All ineed to know
Is how you feel and what you know.

But nows its too late
Time was left
And a bit too long
Not again...

I guess like you said
I'll wait for your call,
Forever maybe,
Maybe soon...

A wedding for two
Thats when i met you,
Why do i fall
For the one i cant have...