PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

How i love the way you move, glitter in your eyes,

it took more then words to even try,

now the fun is done, bell was rung,

i'm back in the beginning at square one,

it can't be simple, then again when is love

anything but impossibly tough?

she has the right stuff, i kept mine hid,

now she tells me at once for her i did,

never have words broke me into fractions,

then took me to a wiser state, forcing actions,

then when she speaks, texts and admits,

that she thinks at one point i was it,

ask why did i quit, a question that has haunted

me each and every night, while her smile taunted,

even apart i wanted to prove i can be the man i see,

the feeling i get after only thinking of she.