Something’s afoot
Of this I am sure
Of exactly what
I’m not
When my eyes catch a glimpse
My heart skips a beat
And briefly butterflies fly
When she moves
I am drawn
When she stops
I am drawn
When she smiles
I am drawn
When she cries
I am drawn
-
There is warmth
There is prospect.
There is stock
In imminent return
There is firm retribution
There is cold creeping in!
In leaving
In wretched departure
There is joy in re-joining
There is heartening
When firm is footfall
And sweet singing sounds
Summer is coming
There my love is found
Dec 2, 2010
Dec 2, 2010 at 6:45 PM UTC
Something’s afoot
Of this I am sure
Of exactly what
I’m not
When my eyes catch a glimpse
My heart skips a beat
And briefly butterflies fly
When she moves
I am drawn
When she stops
I am drawn
When she smiles
I am drawn
When she cries
I am drawn
-
There is warmth
There is prospect.
There is stock
In imminent return
There is firm retribution
There is cold creeping in!
In leaving
In wretched departure
There is joy in re-joining
There is heartening
When firm is footfall
And sweet singing sounds
Summer is coming
There my love is found
© Tyson Williams