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Kiss me, hold me, love me...Kiss me once and I'll count to three;
Opening my eyes and there you'll be.
Hold me once and I'll know for sure,
That I could never ask for more.
Tell me your secrets, if you wish,
Just know I'll be waiting for your kiss.
Making me smile is just what you do,
Don't let me fall 'cause I've fallen for you.
I could easily dance with the love in your eyes,
Such emotion for you comes at no surprise
For me, my love is forever true,
I'm so lucky that I have you.
Kiss me again, I need you so,
It's such a pleasant feeling that you bestow.
Hold me tighter, don't ever let go
And just dance with me beside the window.
Let everyone see and let it be true,
Your love for me will forever do.
I can't explain why I love you the way I do,
Just keep doing it; just be you.
So, kiss me once and I'll count to three;
Opening my eyes and there you'll be.
Make me smile like you always do,
'Cause I'm so lucky that I have you.
I could easily dance within your eyes,
Your love surrounds me like fireflies.
Now hold me
Just YouMy dreams take me to you when I miss you,
But not always,
Like the way your kisses takes my breath away every day.
And every night I would hold you like something I may accidentally lose,
Just like that longing I see in your eyes,
The warmth between our hands,
The love I feel in my heart ringing almost excruciatingly strong,
And maybe by tomorrow,
Another day happily spent with no one else but you.
Your Promiscuous WaysWhen you suddenly took my hand and told me that you love me,
I've never been more touched by the need in your voice and the love in your eyes.
And when you look at me in that promiscuous way,
I can think of nothing else but being gazed upon by you every day.
You don't do this often most of the days,
But when you do,
My heart burns of an unmistakable need in return,
And I can feel this love in your ever simple words.
It's the kind of love I've always wanted,
The kind of voice that makes everything just fine.
It's one of the most beautiful feelings I've ever had,
And something I don't ever want to forget.
Standing With YouI am deathly afraid of how I feel when you brush your hand along my arm,
Leaning beside my ear while your breath warms every bit more than my skin.
And with every breath my heart would tremble a need between fear and wanting,
So slowly that I began wondering if this could lead to something a little more..
I always enjoyed kissing your frowns away,
Knowing that my hands could soothe the pains from your back.
The things you do that makes it hard to stay mad at you,
The things I happily give you knowing you are mine.
I long for you even when you are silly or frustrating,
But especially when you are sweet and loving.
I wonder if you could feel this at night,
Even when we are together, the aching of my heart longing for more.
A Soft HourI wish I know when you mean to kiss me,
And when you are simply reacting to me.
Whether you mean to stir up my inside,
Or if you just want to touch my hand.
I thought of all this when I woke up today,
Thinking of all the beautiful things you are everyday...
And as I tried to tame this feeling in my chest,
I realized that an hour has already gone by.
The Perfect Words"There is something important I need to tell you."
But I couldn't say the next line out loud.
My face would always break into that unstoppable smile,
And my eyes would always suddenly take on a will of their own.
It's like the very essence of happiness,
In knowing a secret more beautiful than all the lies.
Like simply knowing you are in love with someone,
And knowing how much they love you back.
But you know I'm going to try again some day,
To hold onto your eyes and say these perfect words.
And I'd probably smile too, helplessly,
For there's no better thing to do than to share my love with you.
ViolinI remember the day
you told me violins
were strung with cat gut
and that is why
you hated music
(who says that to a child?)
I followed you
all that summer.
I watched you
grow away from mother -
your whiskey held better conversations
and all she did was cry.
We'd sit cross-legged on the porch
and count the horseflies
settling on our lunch.
You would drown tadpoles
in a bucket
surprised they could not swim
and I would dream
of cherry popsicles.
And when night would gather
on the sidewalk
I'd hold my breath
until a star appeared.
Don't bother making wishes
you'd tell me -
stars are dead weight in heaven
and God has cloth ears.
to crumble up
the remnant pieces
of my love for you
and throw them in the trash
but I'm such a bad shot.
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