Like the First

October 5, 2013

How is it possible for me to miss you like this?

All I want is your embrace and one more kiss.

Then another and another and I won't let you leave.

Every second you're away is every second I grieve.

I must confess, I'm obsessed

But when you're with me I'm my best.

Try not to say those three words

But I need to get them off my chest.

"I love you," they leave my lips before I can think.

About to fall into your love, I'm on the edge, on the brink.

I need you here even more than I thought. It's a spell.

I've been wrapped up in it since the very moment I fell.

Do you feel me, need me, want me,

as much as I do for you?

Every day in your arms feels like the first, brand new.

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