Her Language
I'm almost convinced that she speaks
Another language.
But she speaks in a way that
I can understand it.
Everything she says to me has a
Significant meaning.
I don't know what it is that keeps me so
Addicted to her.
Maybe it's her beautiful smile,
Or the fact that she's so deep.
Is it the way she keeps her eyes focused on me
When I speak?
Making me feel like
All that I have to say
Has some sort of
Importance.
That is something that
No one
Has ever given to me.
I want to hold her right now.
Wishing she could appear here somehow.
She's a keeper
And I'm thinking I should keep her.
But only for myself.
I want her to come to me whenever she needs help.
I want her.
It's crazy
But I admit I don't want anybody else.
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