Come here.
I love you.
I know you’ve heard that one before,
It makes you cringe and cry some more
Makes the people standing outside your door,
Drop their emotional fences.
Your laughs, your face,
Your disarming grace,
Makes paragraphs of men
Lose their tenses.
I do not claim to take you by
On a dreamy trip across the skies
Get stars and moons and alibi
To make you lose your senses.
But then again, I tell you this,
My love, if ever be amiss;
You can choose to end my kiss
By poking through my lenses!
[no the blog aint dead...and no, I havent decided to write mushy poetry for the rest of my existence...this is a garble;like it or hate it. Fiction and other subtelities shall make an appearance soon...I promise...]
