Charades
Our ove is a game of charades,
Silent but beaningful,
I motionto you my feelings,
Misunderstood by all but you,
"3 words, 1st word,"
Boasted beautifully,
i blink as profusely as,
My heart beats for you,
"Eye?"
Smoothly said,
"2nd Word,"
Closing my eyes,
I act as if spring ,
Waits for us,
Cuddled together as 1,
"Love?"
Passionately pronounced,
"3rd Word,"
Slowly,
I am uncle sam,
pointing directlty at you,
Smiling nervously...
" I love you too..."
Copyright © Joshua Butler | Year Posted 2006
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