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Bruce Demos Feb 2019
It's when you blush, my heart explodes
Maybe because, the things I know
Like how I love to hear your laugh
Or how I want to make this last.

Maybe it's how you look at me
Or how you sound when you're sleepy
Could be our laughs laying in bed
Or just the way your nose turns red.

I missed your voice and sharing songs
And looking at the calm blue dawn
Or it might be - I'm glad to say -
How this feels right in every way.
Matthew Feb 2019
It's funny how how the wind with words so eloquently spoken
Speaks only of how you are malevolently broken...
This is a description.
JJ Inda Nov 2018
Waves arrive at the shore
tired of such
   entanglement.
Your enamored stare;
Like the moon
    Stares at the sun.

In your hair you retain
White sand and a sea flower.
     You adorn my sight
With a bright reflection.
   and the ocean enraged,
              Mirrors our love.
larni Oct 2018
i want you,
in every way there is to want a person.

from lazy rainy days
sitting around in underwear,
wrapped up in the covers
enveloped in each other.

to lustful late nights
high happy and in love,
too absorbed with each other
to focus on anything else.

i want you.
and i see so much in you
that counting all your perfections
would be like counting the stars,
there's too many to keep track of
and they just seem endless.

i am utterly in love
with every inch of your being,
every corner of your mind
and everything in between

i might not know what i believe
or where i'm going
or what i'm doing,
but i do hope
you'll hold my hand
and wander blindly with me.

because as long as i'm with you
i don't need a destination,
you are the journey.

i am simply enamored with your entity,
captivated by your character,

fascinated
infatuated
amorous

in love.
lowercase is intentional :-)
There Shadows
Of the one i’m addicted
And his presence,
Could be make me be enamored through and through.
MicMag Aug 2018
You completely captivate me
totally enamored of You
captivated
infatuated
enamored
obsessed
and so much more

Counting on You (3 of 10)
a countdown series - poems of decreasing length, each using You as the first and last word
Persephone Salix Mar 2018
'Infatuation!' I chuckled, 'Yes infatuation!'
Only this and a longing
Enchantment - enchantment - enchantment!

Much I marvelled this melancholy worldliness
Eagerly I looked for the fairy tale
And gently you came to me

That moment my soul grew mythic
In there stepped a mystic hopefulness
I was an eagerness and you, a daydream

You became the object of my admiration
Thoughts always wander to your irreplaceable light
Reciprocation made my heart burgeon
Max Alvarez Jan 2018
This morning
In bed with you
My good arm draped over you like the blanket you like to take in the night
I watched your peachy skin begin to glow in the rising sun’s light
I adore your hair
That auburn color that greets me as I wake
I count the seconds of my life with each and every breath you take
And what beautiful breaths you take
I love when you wrap your leg around mine
And our fingers intertwine
For moments that I can only describe as forever
We become one
Until I whisper something silly in your ear
Because your laugh I love to hear
Truthfully, I just love you, my dear
Cedric Feb 2017
Music* flowing, drowning and filling up empty hearts.
Sometimes we laugh, then cry tears in quarts.
Like the internal structures of a speaker,
To the beat of the sound, it makes us unstable and quiver.

Resounding and struggling, it sings anthems not it's own.
As the bass line keeps on sounding, so does it's thrashing.
A violent shake of waves that flow within us, making us groan.
The beat of the speaker's anthem for broken hearts, bursting.

Choruses and verses that relate to stimulate the soul.
Interludes filled with emotions making us fall.
This speaker that keeps on resounding and transmitting,
Is making me burst out my feelings as if I was dying.

Numerous emotions and various songs,
Of different genre's and feelings conveyed,
Are heard through this persecuted speaker,
Beaten down and thrashed, broken, scattered.

This speaker that speaks sounds not of it's own,
Is trying to convey genuine emotions...

I'm trying to speak yet no words come out,
I try to express it yet it comes out scratched.
As if I'm a broken speaker, I was out of whack.
**You borrowed my speakers and I lost my voice.
Not a single day passes that I don't use my speakers and listen to music. Not a single day passes that I don't daydream about you too.
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