Damn Love Bug
Every single day and through all of my nights
You're in my every thought, even my frights.
All I ever think about and all I dream of
Is the idea of having you and all your love.
You're in my every breath and in the air I breathe.
You make up all my hopes and every one of my dreams.
Often I wonder how to tell you what it is I'm saying now,
Yet still I cannot quite figure out just when I should, or how.
Sometime soon, I pray, I'll be able to come out with it.
Infected am I because by the bug of love I've been bit.
This poem was written by Cel Laroque on Dec 07, 2006.
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