“What?”  You say as again you catch me looking .
Looking… soaking in your beauty
Longing…to be near enough to touch
Loosing…the battle not to sigh
Loving… that I’m yours forever.

“What?”  You ask, not seeing you as I do.
Seeing…the loveliness of your features.
Savoring…the sexiness of your presence.
Searching…the richness of your heart.
Sharing…the oneness of our souls.

“What?” You ask, answering my smile with yours.
Not understanding your beauty,
Not appreciating your charm.
Not comprehending your power,
Not knowing you melt my heart with just a glance.

©2011 Michael S. Davis