Like a magnet, I’m drawn to you
Like an internal compass, I’ll always point in your direction
I try to distract myself, but my thoughts always come back to you
I try to convince myself this just can’t happen, but my mind always calculates back to you
I try to take this into another direction, but my desires always turn back to you
And you don’t make it easy for me
Your charm, your wit, your tenderness . . .
Your words play in my head like a beautifully written song
Your words provoke my thoughts like a well written script
Your words ignite my feelings like a seductive poem
They envelope my soul
They hold me
Shape me into whatever you may desire
Speak it into existence and baby
I . . . will . . . be
And time has no boundaries in the presence of your words
1 hour . . . 2 hours . . .
Tic . . . Tic . . . Tic . . . Tic
Like the sands of time flowing through a bottomless hour glass
Your words go on and on and on and on
Like an Erykah Badu song
Filling me up, but leaving me wanting so much more
They say the pen is mightier than the sword
And your words have struck my heart
They say there’s power in words
And your words have rendered me defenseless
They say a picture is worth a thousand words
But one of your words can rival against any masterpiece created by Van Gogh or Picasso
What can I say?
Your words engage me in conversation
And leave me speechless all at the same time . . .