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Honest Feelings of You
A surge of emotions flow through me,
feeling each one touch my heart dearly.
Special and unique messages you send,
words to my ears, songs to my heart.
I write this day to let my heart breathe,
to let my heart sing,
to let my heart soar
high up with yours.
A dawning moment sweet to my soul.
Your honesty wrapped with charisma,
alluring me to you like a moth to a street lamp,
real in my mind, fantasy to my eyes.
I sit in a traveling bus to think of you now,
to think of you tonight,
to think of you all night
in my arms for the first time.
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The First Meet
The fresh night air
loose between us,
dwindling with anxiety
as I hover to her.
My eyes soar from the ground to her face.
It's really her
smiling blissful radiance in a black cloak.
My lucid smile greets hers
as I nervously lean closer for a hug.
As we walk
talk
discover together,
feelings of doubt
curiosity
rejection fade away,
replaced by warming
assuring
exciting thoughts.
The wind blows cold
against our faces.
The lonely breeze grips me taking my warmth.
Leaving me to shiver
alone but not for long.
Her warm enchanting cloak
opens wide to enwrap us in a cuddle.
Old new emotions
jump inside me,
reminiscence of a true song to my heart.
The first song
that made my soul dance for another.
A unique dance
always lead by a first love.
© Copyright 1999 Kenneth Jp Drysdale