Was It When You.... - Poem by GHOST WRITER
How did you get under my skin
in such a short time?
When did I open up my heart
and fall in love with you?
Is it when you smile
which lights up across your face
making your eyes glisten...
Your features soft and warm.
Or is it when you are present
and I sense that you are close by,
feeling your eyes upon me
and see you spot me across a crowded room.
Maybe it is when you asked me to dance,
the only ones in front of watchful eyes
Yet the way you held me
took my breath away and all else faded.
Maybe it is the way you touch me
so soft and so gentle
As if it was for the first time....
Or when you show your big heart,
filled with so much love and youthful exuberance.
Passionate about life
that is showers on those around you.
Clearly I did not stand a chance
trying to keep you at a distance.
So vulnerable I now have become
hoping you won’t break my heart.
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