Tell me how you feel.
And come on, be real.
I'll tell you everything.
All the love and joy you bring.
The excitement in your touch.
The love of hearing you makes me blush.
The love that makes me weak.
Your love makes it hard for me to even speak.
Lying on the green pasture and gazing into your beautiful brown eyes.
I feel as though I've been hypnotized.
Am I riding in a wave-tide?
A tide that represents your grace and pride.
Is this the world's finest feeling of lust?
Because I'll tell you now I don't know much.
But I do know that feeling of your arms embracing my soul.
It keeps me sane, calm, and eases, teases, and pleases my soul.
All the while under control.
Your tender voice speaks to my heart.
It skips a beat every single time you start.
How could I tell you all of this?
I'm scared of it knocking at you like a fist.
Hoping you didn't miss the miracle message.
But I don't care as long as your love keeps me on this same passage.
A way that I can, but won't escape.
A notion slash love that even I, Ashley can't fake.
Your emotions are true and real, too.
So much that how could I ever want let alone desire to forget you.
This is my love song to you.
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