I see you.
All of you; not just part of you.
Desire takes over me to know you and your heart too.
I've seen you in another life before.
You have gotten to know my name, but now I wanna know yours.
Is this all part of the chorus?
Yet your style of dress, your choice of words left my feelings flourished and amazed,
Of wanting to know your name and hoping you would want to talk more of the same.
I loved you once and I'm going to love you once more.
Now can I please get that name and number on this paper, like I asked earlier before?
Note: My bad, I'm feeling mad loving and caring today. This is a bit different from my more serious poems and plus my momma told me to change it up with all the other "depressing" poems I written about lol. Hope y'all like it.
