I get this little feeling whenever you hold my hand,
Or when you hold me I know you understand.
Or how about those poems, that make me smile.
Knowing I will see you, makes school worth while.
I am still a little torn, it's fading, thanks to you.
I am starting to live again, just with little things you do.
I don't want any promises and or planning ahead.
Let's take our time, no I love yous needing to be said.
Perhaps it's just me, but my vision is finally clear.
Starting to move on, I am glad its with you my dear.
Still a bit scared, so sweetie, don't let go of my hand.
Stay with me all night, draw little hearts in the sand.
[Not my best. But I like it. Hehe. And it's for a title contest. Yay! Lol. Hope everyone enjoys]