Heart Of The Matter
Contemplate The Reason
Rain sparkles on my window,
The sun tries breaking through,
I lose myself in reveries,
My thoughts they turn to you,
Now you've really got me wondering,
Why I'm feeling, what I feel,
I contemplate the reasons,
Unsure if this is real,
You've got a lot to answer for,
I found your buried treasure,
And every time I think of you,
There are little pangs of pleasure,
A hundred thousand butterflies,
Are tickling me inside,
I will not run away from you,
There's no safe place to hide,
So I gaze upon the raindrops,
That sprinkle on the pane,
And I contemplate the reason,
Why I feel this way again.
Linda Harnett, ©2007
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