I am lost in a world of rhyme,
love and poems both combined.
A combination perfect to express,
that i am lost in loneliness.
How can that be i hear you say,
i mail you almost everyday.
A mail is one thing,
your touch is another.
I just want to lie with you under cover.
But i will carry on like this,
what soon will come will be loving bliss.
To feel your skin against my own,
to feel your love now its full grown.
To kiss your lips and know that you,
mean everything in what you do.
