I Hardly Know
by sloanranger
I hardly know what to think
about you,
but when I do think
about you,
my feelings are plain.
I am in love with love -
and with you -
all over, again.
It is not a wild thing...
insane,
more of a quiet joy
growing inside.
I will abide and wait...
until your fingertips
reach for mine.
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Passing Strange
PoetryA collection of poetry dealing with love in all its stages. I hope you discover something to your liking.
