I should confess
I protect
I wish I could not react
But my heart is being touched
With every day much more
With any of your words
I can't help it

Slave of love or
Slave of habit?

I love your:
wrinkles
lips
and winks
Your being has gifted me
with wings

She knows and pretty sure what lays beneath his smile
Even his smile has many luring sides.
His smile speaks many languages.
His lips are gifting love.
His eys are reaching wisdom
but
With her his aim was lust

I'm crying
I'm laughing
My answers are fake

If  perfection is clothes
I'm naked instead

I'm tricky and selfish
And not as much sweet

I want you to cry for me
Not river just  
I want sea

I'm hiding while showing
My tongue gets entwined
You haven't spoken with me real
Not sure you will