If you knew,
If you have an idea,
how you make me feel
Because index of heart
Is not measured on face.
I wish my heart were
like a book,
Then I would
let you come in and
read every word in it thoroughly.
Distance marred times' sand
As memory of being together unglues my heart,
power and strength ensue as desire comes rushing from your photos igniting love's wave and everything I feel about you,
Aches from my brain's searching gets harder to bear
as there are no
Quality words in any language not too
tender and frail
to describe this feeling.
They've become strong. Only in action can I say
I wish you'd give me a chance
Copyright © Felix Emeka George | 7 June 2017
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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