Aware of You
In a room, I am
constantly aware of you.
When you laugh, or move,
something base inside me
is attuned to your being.
Your magnetism.
Drawn like a moth to the flame,
my compass spins to
point my senses your way.
Your aura is my true north.
Copyright © Paula Swanson | Year Posted 2010
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