13.4.08

Seattle

I can't be poetic about it.
You were the only thing on my mind.

You're the only face I could see tonight
And your eyes pierced to my inmost being.
Your voice stole my breath as always.
Your words to my ears made me weak
You know what gets me.
You know how I think.
I can't stop thinking about that night in the park
Your wonderful arms around me
And all I could think was
This Is So Right.
You know you're the only one that matters
So i'm here.
still here in my chair with my open door
just please come in.
It's awfully cold outside
And though you like it that way,
I've been dying to tell you how I feel.