Take Me For A Whirl Poem by Megan Frame

Wishing you could see,
What you do to me.
Wishing I could be,
In your arms, as you hold me.

Out of my Lungs, the air rushes,
With your actions, my heart crushes,
Your cool, carefree ways,
Put me into a daze,

And tell me what you want,
They make my heart jaunt.
You want to just be friends,
and to your will, my heart bends.

But I wish you could see,
I want you to hold me.
Touch me.
Love me.

I beg upon a knee,
Listen to my silent plea.
Forget the other girl,
And take me for a whirl.