Tuesday, June 16, 2009


There are days I’m tempted to write
About these things I feel, these things I think
These things I wish...concerning you
Some have called it a breath of fresh air
Others have called it butterflies within
And I begin to question what it is to me

This much I know
Your smile is renewing
Your laugh is contagious
Your voice in itself is a voice
And your speech is seemingly real
Unadulterated and very free
You leave me wanting more

I don’t know enough to be a good judge
But so far am crazy about what I see
Am already wishing big on you
And praying because that’s all I can do

My mind suddenly has a niche for you
And refuses the restraint I try to pull
They never stop nor go away...to be continued

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