You make me smile in such a way I feel like I am 16.
You throw rubber bands at me like you were 10.
When our eyes meet now...I cannot turn away anymore.
When I speak you actually hear my point.
Childish wishes and realities melt to mature desire of time and space and can it be 'that feeling' is blossoming in my heart after a long drought?
Hey you....Kiss me hard. now.
Be that boy who has turned into the man who makes me smile and forget what I'm talking about...
And I'll be the girl who just may send you a note in class too hot to hold...
oh my...
ellen george
Edwin
Jesus Ellen! Where the hell are you! Love the poem--for the emotion and for the insight it offers. Sometimes we guys forget...
Thanks for this.
Have fun,
Dennis Domrzalski
Be always safe,
Karen
Your poem leaves one with a warm fuzzy feeling. Ramble On. Peace, Love and Blessings, Paul.
very good Ellen...
John
If he ain't gettin' the picture, he better be blind!
;-)
Becca~