I walk in a daze since I met her.
Thoughts of her bombard my brain sending my emotions out of control.
Her eyes stay burned in my mind as I attempt to go through the day and I long to gaze once again into them, be lost in them, feel the warmth and happiness I see in them.
She acts as if she is not beautiful, but I notice nothing else around her as her beauty drowns out everything and everyone.
Her happiness is addicting and I don't want to leave her side as my addiction grows.
When she speaks she fascinates me. Others speak to me but jumbled words are all I hear, moving lips all I see.
Her hair is kept in a natural way, framing her face perfectly so that her infectious smile may seed my daze.
Who is this girl, this woman, this angel who has filled my heart and confused my world?
My daze begins to clear now, but only because I must work or drive or converse.
I know that it won't be long though before the daze thickens again and I can hardly wait to feel the drug of her inside me once more........
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Reviews of "Addicted Daze"
Reviewed by 000 000 (Reader)
Reviewed on November 16, 2008
You describe love, as someone truly in love.
CarolHawks
Reviewed by aaaa aaa (Reader)
Reviewed on November 27, 2007
This is the poem through which I discovered your beautiful writing
wow..beautiful description of lust..I think..A woman's aura in this poem is like a drug ,a passage into another world:you see her ,you taste her and yet you don't loose sight of reality.nicely written.Anne Pawlak.
Mary Angela Nangini's poems celebrate the richness of life and love. From the city to cottage-country and the roads in between, Nangini explores the changing seasons of her varied region. (This book will soon be reprinted in hard cover.)
CarolHawks
What passionate embracing poetry.
Love is truly like a drug !!
Warm hugs
Elga