by Dee
I have feelings of love for the guy I see.
Does he love me too, what does he think of me?
I wish I could tell him he makes me whole, but I'm afraid to say
what's deep in my soul.
I don't want to lose him, for I would be alone,
and some days I just can't wait to hear his voice on the phone.
He does certain things to make me feel loved,
some days he wants to be alone and my heart is shoved.
I want to feel as though I am his safeguard,
the one he can come to when things get hard.
I will always be there to help him along,
and before we met I wasn't as strong.
I wish I could tell him what I feel inside,
but I'm afraid of what he'll say, how he'll act on the outside.
I Have this Garden of Poems
at first and then carried away with my greenthumb i planted everything trees and more trees and shrubs and bamboos and vines and hanging plants almost everything and so the blooming flowers died and the grasses diminishing like some hair of this baldness but nothing is lost in this garden of poems the birds came and built their nests some are still coming every morning and then the chirping begins |
Feelings Of Love
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