Cloud 9

You look like a Viking
Or like a Greek god
Not my usual type
It’s actually kind of odd

You’re masculine and kind
Like yin and yang combined
Sound body, sound mind
Just a man so refined

You have a sweet smile
And a great sense of style
Gonna think about it awhile
As I melt into this pile

And when I hear you speak
Of course it makes me weak
I follow the sound of your voice 
Now there’s redness in my cheeks

I block out the noise
And I try to stay poised
But I crash and burn
When will I learn?

You’re crafted like a work of art
An inspiration from the start 
Whenever you’re near or we’re apart
Thoughts of you whisper to my heart

I want to tell you how I feel
But you’re not mine for me to steal
Your heart belongs to someone else
You’re under another lover’s spell

There’s nothing I can do but pout
She’s a lucky girl without a doubt
I can’t ever say these thoughts aloud
So I’ll just lay here dreaming on my cloud
Copyright © | Year Posted 2025

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