My Inspiration- not to be forgotten

There was nothing more between us But some pleasant conversation Though when you looked right at me My heart had palpitations My heart had opened up For love (to come from you) Those eyes of yours consumed me With a beautiful, silent passion Your voice, oh that voice Like the calm in a storm Like smooth melted butter How it soothed my mind How you changed my view On that little thing called love Why were you so perfect to me? So perfectly imperfect Maybe we'd be sweet together You simply think I'm sweet You'll be the sweetest memory of mine Concerning love and feelings My sweet, foreign love Oh what a gentle foreign love I didn't have the words until I met you It was hard to find a muse before I met you The words just flow, my feelings bloomed We never were, but my feelings were I can always write a poem for you.