As I look up into the bright sky,
As I gaze on the seagulls who fly,
My thinking cannot rest but wonder,
If your brown eyes in this scene, wander.
As I sip a clear glass of water,
As I bite a brown loaf of fiber,
My thinking cannot stop but question,
If your lips feel the same sensation.
As I listen to the clock ticking,
As I hear the raindrops splattering,
My thinking cannot falter but ask,
If your ears are doing the same task.
As my nose embraced the summer air,
As I sniffed on them petals so bare,
My thinking cannot halt but ponder,
If you're smelling the things I'd mutter.
As I touched the texture of softness,
As those pillows I gently caress,
My mind cannot pause but speculate,
If your talc-like skin feels the same state.
This my poem, my hard-made poem's to show,
For tu my dearest Johnny to know,
How much time I spend thinking of you,
tu lighten my life feeling so blue...♥♥♥
