when i look at her i know that i want to do anything for her
whether it's open a door or move a mountain, i'll do them all
i'll sit and i'll watch her lips move as she talks and the motion of her mouth is mesmerizing and i can't stop watching
or listening
every word, every syllable is poetry and i can't believe that it's me who is hearing it
and i love her
and i don't know if she really knows it but i do
i'd give ten years of my life to spend ten minutes with her in my arms and i'd spend every second just asking her to look at me with those eyes
and to say something
anything
but those eyes, whether she's laughing or crying, whether she's angry or she's inviting me to bed
insisting me to bed
i can't take my eyes off of those eyes
and she holds me with them
even when i'm trying to leave
to work, to do all and any of those things that life says are important to do but which take me away from her
she pouts
she's playing
is she playing?
come to bed she says
and i want to
how i want to
but it's that thrill, that thrill of a call, of a new note, of a memory of her day
and i can't wait to know what she wants to share
to share with me
with ME
because i love her
should i tell her?
i should
i can't
i won't i can't i should but no
it can't
but maybe
and then i think about her voice
her fingers grazing my arm
and i know
that my body wants her body
because my mind wants her mind
my soul wants her soul
i love her
she doesn't think anyone can
she's wrong
but i'm too afraid to prove it