Will you be mine?

Crystal green To a natural rust Your eyes make Time stop. Your lips Tender, soft Your smile Gentle, kind I inhale hard My toes curl My stomach dances My hearing dissapears The words escape my thoughts I try to Jump and catch them but Echos of responses haunt me You leave me with an informal goodbye I'll see you in few hours Maybe then I'll have something to say. You tell me your name. My thoughts return Now your presence will linger Matthew.