Something inside me burns for him.
I want to go there on a whim.
The way he holds himself so tall,
Even though his stature's small.
His muscles ripple, tear his shirt.
Even though I still feel hurt,
I want his hands all over me.
I want to look up and to see,
The look of love within his eyes,
Makes me think I'll soar the skies.
But he's not mine, not here, not now.
At times it makes me wonder how,
He's trapped my soul in the palm of his hand.
I couldn't get it back, even with a command.
He holds it there and smiles with pride,
Knowing I'll remain there for the ride.
I may live here, but my soul is there
No matter how many kisses I share,
With another boy, not with him
With every Bobby, Sam or Jim.
He still has my heart,
Even when we're apart.
I'm captivated, I'm in love
A beauty of sorts sent from above.
There's no way out, I'm trapped you see
And he can love no one else, but me.
Maybe that's what they mean by "the one,"
That when you've found that person your search is truly done.
****To the one person i could truly see myself spending the rest of my life with and the one person on which I could always depend. Thank you.****
