You sit and think
Your thinking way to hard
Why are you think?
About what?
It's HIM
Isn't it?
Everything ok?
Well duh I guess that is
a dumb question to ask
Besides him, what about him?
His unforgettable shine from his smile?
The lingering, hanging by a moment words?
Or the feel of perfections he makes you wear?
Is it that?
I guess that doesn't quite break it down now
. . . does it?
There's so much to think about him
Maybe that's why
You don't need words to tell him
Your touch... says it all
