Darling, I say your face,
Full of grace,
Is a rhyme you've heard before.
But it really is true
I'm in no haste
So I repeat it back to you.
Its become so hard to speak
To describe love in words.
I've long been meek,
And sleep's vision blurs.
I'm tired of rhymes
With simple little words.
Exasperation fully shows
From everything unheard.
Its absurd to still keep
Writing for a girl like you.
You never write back
Or say if you like me, too.
But I can't seem to stop
Thinking about you.
From your pretty green eyes,
That shine right through.
To your neatly wrapped scarf,
That's as colorful as you.
Those red little shoes,
And the pretty curl of hair
That's like a fuse,
Tracing down your nose
Coming down your face
Is what my mind can trace.
No, I wont forget the taste,
That always followed, so convincing.
After I moved your hair
Pulled you close,
And caressed your face, kissing.
