The Way I Love You
the feel of your hair
while you rest your head on me
should be a crime, it isn't fair
the look in your eyes
while you tell me you're here to stay
makes me want to ask if you'll be mine
the softness of your hands
while you cling to me tightly
how could you understand?
everything about you
makes my heart skip a beat
but you'll never be able to love me
not in the same way I do
This poem is about:
Me