The Practice Poem by Twisted Moon

There is so many things I can't yet say to you,
Yet saying those things is all I want to do,
With or without thought, with or without a glove,
We didn't have sex, we made love.

The more and more we progress the more it grows tragic,
Yet the more and more we kiss, the more it is pure magic,
How can we follow our hearts, yet say that it is wrong?
How can I be so weak in a love so true and strong?

Even if we never say it, things will be just fine,
We both know from experience how to read between the lines,
And when we kiss and cuddle and look into eachothers' eyes,
I know that this is true, not just naive puppy love lies.

So we can continue to pretend,
But we will be together in the end,
Just believe that little feeling in your heart,
You will see that through all we've been through, this is only the start.