Something

by

There is something about you,

I can’t quite pin it down

or even begin to explain

because it's not something tangible

or even describable

Well, whatever it is

it pulls me to you,

draws me in
And every time I think about you

a smile draws across my face,

my heart skips a little beat,

my breath catches and

all I can think is you

This doesn’t sound like me
I don’t write like this,

with lovey, flowy words

about romance and the ilk
But for some reason

every time your name pops up or

something reminds me

I can’t help but write like

Charlotte Bronte in love.

NEXT?
Why don't you look at Butterscotch Downfall
by: Robert Leblanc
from: Ashby, MA, US

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