Who Is This Man
He creeps into my brain
He releases something in me
Although I have never seen thee
I am stressless and free from strain
I can't begin to describe what it means to have him near
Just know that when I'm in his arms
My mind knows no pain or fear
Only the delight of his passionate charm
So what do I say to the one who always turn
my gray skies blue?
What am I to do when we meet on that summer
afternoon?
I can't predict to myself things that might
be untrue
For the simple fact is I do know this
man....He is special...my one and
only....he is....you.
Copyright © Michelle Peterson | Year Posted 2005
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