I Wouldn'T Know What To Do

From the time I wake,
till the time I rest,
I think about you,
and what's best.
Do you like me,
do you trust me,
do you want to be with me.
I feel there is no one else.
If I could,
I would reach into my chest,
and pull out my pounding heart,
and ask you if this is what's best.
If you left,
I'd hand you my heart from this mans chest,
cause I would feel as if I was already in an eternal rest.
If I lost you,
I wouldn't know what to do.
The only person in the world that I could possibly want,
is you.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2009

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November 11, 2009 at 5:14 AM
Congratulations, Brandon, on having your powerful love poem featured this week. Love is a very strong emotion. And you have captured that in this poem. Thanks for sharing and keep writing. Lovingly, Dane
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November 10, 2009 at 6:55 PM
Interesting poem. Congratulations on being featured this week. Love, Iolanda
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November 10, 2009 at 4:08 AM
Congratulations on your poetry being featured this week Brandon. May you have many more features. Love, Carol
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November 9, 2009 at 10:49 PM
Lovey poem. Congrats on your poem being featured. Thanks for sharing, Caroline.
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November 9, 2009 at 3:10 PM
I can so relate to this congrats
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November 9, 2009 at 12:15 PM
Congratulations on having your poem featured this week. I enjoyed reading it. Love Pam
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November 9, 2009 at 10:29 AM
Congratulations on your wonderful poem being featured this week >> James
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November 5, 2009 at 7:40 AM
Very passionate write. Keep writing. Sara
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