"And Suddenly" as well as other love poems

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"And Suddenly"
And suddenly, she enters my dreams.
No gradual insertion,
no time to adapt to this simple and clean
existence that throws itself
into my life so readily.
It was no effort to her at all,
as though she knew how
to throw off my sense of control.
I keep thinking that it couldn't possibly
happen the way it's happening now.
How did she invade every waking thought?
I wander in my thoughts and
how I love to get lost:
her teasing smile,
her gleaming, curious eyes,
the words she sighs.
Why do I want her so desperately?
I don't even know what
she knows, thinks, or sees
when she looks at the world
from this mortal seat.
I want no passing fancy.
If I could I'd share with her my dreams.
And maybe she'd share hers with me.
I wonder what it must be like
to be linked so romantically?

August 5, 2012
~~~~~
"This Girl"
Who is this girl
that comes along
so unexpectedly?
How did she come to be
the essence of every thought
in mind?
Who is this girl
that makes me sigh?

July 31, 2012
~~~~~
Is it you or the chase
that excites me like this?
If I don't take the risk,
how will I ever know
which it is that makes
my heart race?
I feel so confused,
but I know I need
to figure this out.
Every thought bleeds
with images of the way
your eyes shine,
the way your black-as-night hair flows,
the way your smile radiates beauty.
I can nearly, audibly, hear
my heart start to ache and break.
I think of possibilities,
impossibilities, and everything else
in between.
I swear I'm driving myself insane.
Miss, if only I could make your
acquaintance and calm this heart.
Give me the chance for love
before I start to fall apart.

May 17, 2012
~~~~~~
"Simply"

If you call me past midnight,
I'll be sure to pick it up.

If you call me past noon,
I'll be sure to see you, yep.

Just don't call me
if you want to break up.

I'll know when I see it
in your eyes
when we meet up.

August 27, 2010
~~~~~~~~~

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