Sunday, July 26, 2009

My Beloved (Poem)




He has no idea the impact


A simple brush of his fingertips


Causes my unsure heart


The instability of each beat


When he speaks to me


In that amazingly sweet voice


Shivers run down my spine


With the slightest touch or glance


I am in love with him


Like I've never been in love before

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