I spend the day with her song
The sunset with her painting
I move her words around
Within her sentences
Trying to see clearly
Who she is and
Who I imagine her to be
She is mine
I am hers
What is the question
Who is the answer
I want to touch her ear
And feel her hear me
I want to touch her eyes
when she smiles
I want to touch her lips
I want to touch her hips
As she looks in my eyes
And leans into me
I wait for the days
She needs me to catch her
Make her feel safe
Until again she goes
And I spend the day with her song
The sunset with her painting
I move her words around
Within her sentences
Trying to see clearly
Who I am to her
Sometimes I think of leaving
What if she doesn't
Ask me not to go
And all I know is
Nobody will ever love her harder
Nobody will ever be
So satisfied with her touch
Nobody will ever know love
More than I did for her
If they do and her happiness
Is obvious even to the inattentive
Then I'll let go again
Be a best friend
Who hopes she would
Never let me be that selfless
Feed my audacity
Put her fingers between my fingers
Let me feel her hair on my face
Let these moments pass in silence
Choose not to go
Without me asking her to stay
Say she's mine
Say I'm hers
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