Musings by The Poet Loriet
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I wish I had the creativity
to tell you how much I adore you,
the perfect words to melt you,
bring you rushing to my side...
but words aren't adequate sometimes.
It's ironic how words
brought you and I together,
magic words that made me
dream and wonder about you,
what it would be like
to be loved by you...
and now that I know,
the tingle of your kiss,
the heat of your embrace...
words just won't do.
I've been spoiled
by your touch.
A few minutes in your arms
is all I need to "tell" you
more than an entire dictionary
could possibly convey.
Lori Beal
to tell you how much I adore you,
the perfect words to melt you,
bring you rushing to my side...
but words aren't adequate sometimes.
It's ironic how words
brought you and I together,
magic words that made me
dream and wonder about you,
what it would be like
to be loved by you...
and now that I know,
the tingle of your kiss,
the heat of your embrace...
words just won't do.
I've been spoiled
by your touch.
A few minutes in your arms
is all I need to "tell" you
more than an entire dictionary
could possibly convey.
Lori Beal
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