I can not tell the way I feel,
But some things I can write.
I’m so in… I am so ill…
There is no cure to get it right.
I want to hold you in my arms
And drown in your brown eyes.
I do not want resist your charms
And it is scathing and unwise.
It’s hard to be so close to you
And hide so much within,
Hold back desire which is due
To tell you all and everything.
Your lips, I am to taste so mad,
Left burning scars that day.
I know you missed me. I’m glad
You welcomed me this way.