In all the world
i wounder,
is their really
something
more breathe
taking.
Is it
the art
or the artist.
But surely i
cant be the only one
who sees you.
Touched by your
sweetly ways.
You steal my affection
you take it all,
and exchange it for joy.
Overjoyed, it spills forth,
and flows.
i feel like a child once more
helpless and needy.
Wanting none but your
hands and your love to feed me,
jealous and greedy,
but sweetly.
For you,
im a sweetie
only for you.