ATTRACTED
Plenty of love to harvest
blooms in my heart,
too great for art
to mould it into words.
My eyes try to tell
to ring a bell
on your ears but fears
of rejection fall
hard in my love-troubled heart.
My lips stare at your fair lips
hoping they are a match
which will bring to light
the love in the dark.
What a big sensation springs
from only a touch of your hand.
I crave to have you in my hands.
The worthiness of my shadow shows
when your shadow gets close.
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