Sometimes I catch myself
staring at you —
watching your lips part
when you speak;
feeling a certain serene uneasiness
as you look into my eyes.
Your slight touch
sends a warm shiver up my spine;
and I gently ache all over
whenever I feel your breath on mine.
My arms long to hold you,
while my body, to be next to yours.
Somewhere deep within my soul
there’s something I need you to know;
but every time I look at you
I start feeling all this again,
and I find myself lost once more
in your being.