I act so silly when I am with you,
So many times I don't know what to say, or do.
So I scurry away, and pen a poem, sonnet or two,
This, my sweet, is what I am want to do.

Then you smile sweetly at me,
And all that I can truly see
Are your beautiful lips, it's me
That you want, I am set free.

Though I still act quite silly...

06/09/2009

Author's Note: ... so I act so silly.....

Posted on 06/09/2009
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