My throat is dry and my brain is numb,
and I'm not good with words
but your eyes make me a poet
and your smile warms my skin
your touch is fire but
somehow you're still cold.
How could I see in technicolor at the mention of your name?
Why does your voice fill my mind with words?
And I love the though of this,
I love your mind
and I try but this love is one sided.
Daydreaming of you and your affection.
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Author:
ebbsmillz (
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Comments6
Beautifully worded and a very passionate poem. Great write!
Beautiful write
Thank you both so much, I really appreciate the feedback.
Very well done....Great write
WELCOME EBBS ~ A beautifully crafted first poem in "free verse" but throbbing with rhythm and desire. The theme of your Poem rings a bell with most of us Men ! The Lady of our Dreams ~ adorable but unobtainable ~ one sided LOVE ! Thanks for sharing ~ more please. Please check my poems ~ Thanks BRIAN
Been there. It hurts. Nicely put.
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