Being. (Composed By Riley Feilds To Me)
There you sit smiling,
and it's you I'm watching,
but you don't even know,
what it is you do to me.
So I keep on watching and wanting,
every time I look at you,
every time I talk to you,
every time I smell you,
my heart continues,
melting, and I am forever dreaming.
Whenever you pass me by,
Whenever you catch my eye,
I feel like I want to cry,
because of what it is you do to me.
Your eyes gleaming,
your lips pleading,
and your hands exploring.
While my heart remains beating,
every time you look at me,
I wonder what it is you see.
Every time you talk to me,
and I hear that beautiful voice,
my knees get weak,
my stomach knots,
my chest collapses,
my neck hairs tingle,
and I stop breathing.
Just in that moment in time,
when you do what it is you do to me.
As I sit here yearning,
I imagine you,
sleeping and I want to hold you endlessly.
Forever in my arms,
for eternity.
I'll continue dreaming.
As long as you are,
Living.
Breathing.
Being.
Copyright © Taylor Jenkins | Year Posted 2010
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