This Thing Called Love? ? Poem by racheal wiese

your touch as smooth as teardrops,
your voice as soft as rain,
your eyes just like the summer sun,
your smile precious to gain.

your arms so strong my heart beat fast,
in your gaze I'd like to last.

your humor like a raging fire,
your laugh is but the flame,
all this stuff so special and yet you want to play a game.

hold me tightly in your embrace,
kiss me softly now my hearts in a race.

make me feel special a little different you know?
i look into your eyes a funny story they do tell....
in the long run your just another guy going to put me through hell.

you tell me you dont know what you want for sure,
i start to cry as you walk out my door,
i see you once your face all ashamed,
now i can tell it was all just a game.

now i know what i meant to you,
i feel kinda stupid but still attracted to you