All the Things
All the things that make me tingle
All the things that make me burn
All the things that make me quiver
All the things that make me yearn
All the things that make me giddy
All the things that make me sigh
All the things that make me shiver
All the things that make me fly
All the things that make me insane
All the things that make me scream
All the things that make me grovel
All the things that make me dream
All the things that so ignite me
All the things that quench me, too
Are all the things that are found, love
In the very core of you.
Just one look, and I am trembling
Just one touch, and I’m on fire
Just one word with passion laden
And I’m consumed by desire
All the things that bond me to you
All the things that tie my heart
Each and every single impulse
In you, my love, has its start.
Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2012
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