Presense of Mind.

Hate seems to provoke,
With sides of crimson cries.
Never the less to be the same,
The hope in us dies.

As a warm senstation
That fills your lips
I get weak in the knees
touching finger tips

I can feel your touch
Even if your not here
All the pain in the world
Then disappears

There's something I want to tell you
But I can't seem to let it out
And I know we will be together
beyond any doubt

I'll be here for you,
And take the time.
I love you forever,
And presence of mind.