Crush Love ~or~ You Knew Me Before We Spoke...

This feeling, it's always intangible never retrievable when you're in need It's salt on the skin of the girl you're within It's thoughts which preceed every deed. It's auras of color which only some see and some bump right into and pass It's the sound of one's voice which cuts into your manner and answers you before you ask. This feeling, this sick to soul reeling is always inevitable and swift A moment of every word yet to be spoken and every life left to be lived.