I love him
what else is there to say
just standing there he could
take my breath away
he is perfection
through my eyes
my heart
in his hands is where it lies
his touch
I wish for so much
any day without him there
always makes me want to rip in despair
in his eyes
I see some pain
I would do anything to take that away
but to tell him this so
one day I will not have a choice
but to tell him I love him
with my own voice
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When I craved (Knew)
PoetryNew writings! Check out my other poem/short writings in "Just . . . words" Some older ones are started there!