I see your face when I close my eyes to goto sleep.
I know all the promises and secrets you want me to keep.
I laugh at the sound of your giggle and sight of your smile
and in pain, I know I’m in always living in denial.
But how can it really be bad?
How can it help me from going mad?
Because it’s you… Your presence, your suttle grace.
The sparkle in your eyes when you see my face.
The way you hold my face when we embrace to kiss.
All these things I know I’ll come to one day miss.
I hate the word love, since it conveys so little.
Love’s like an ocean and the word relates a spittle.
So for the hours that pass lost in your gaze
or the circles I run, in your little maze.
I’ll smile and enjoy them to the final slumber
since for once I don’t mind you having my number.

08/30/2003

Author's Note: my feeble attempt to write another pro-love poem...I liked the spittle line not to mention the flow that is in it.. hey, I tried...

Posted on 08/30/2003
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