On top of me
you lay.
Over come
and greatly overwhelmed
by the gentle passion,
of it all.
Not yet asleep,
yet not really awake.
Staring up into your eyes.
Those handsome
giant dancing
green orbs
surrounded by gold.
You don't know
how much I love them.
First sight you
captured me with them.
"Never let go"
I say now,
but you will.
everyone has
and I don't blame.
Why do it
to begin?
Why hold
something you won't
want...
Come pass time
seconds, days
years and hours
Why hold,
why Begin...?
