I love him.

I love him.
Does he love me?

What I would give just to touch his lips
What I would do just to give him a kiss.

Can I write him love letters on Mondays just because.
Can I tell him how he reminds me of the pureness of a dove.

Gritting my teeth at that sight of him gives me chills.
Biting my lip at the touch of him sends me over the hills.

I want to know if he loves me like I love him.
I want to know if he notices how i always look at him with a grin.

Keeping it inside is tareing me apart.

Let it out!
Tell him how you feel...
Is what my conscience tells me every time I am alone in the dark.

When he looks at me my bones shake.
When I look at thim I desire to be his mate.

I pray have mercy on his soul.
That no one will ever complete him like I do as a whole.

I yearn for him day and night.
That one day he'll hold me in his arms just right.

Getting hot and bothered by his scent, is just the tip of the iceburg.
Thinking about the way he loves gives me such an urge.

Hopeful that one day he'll want to be with me.
Disapointed that mabe he'll just become another fling.

Lips quivering, body shaking, spine shivering at the thought of being his girl, his one and only.
Reminds me so much of how I'm so lonely.

Will sstop at nothing to get his attention and love.
Shows me how determined I am to make him surrender to me push or shove.

Being the chaser I find it ironic.
But while being the chaser, to have doubts about cathing my prey of love is just being honest.

Our hearts were made to become one.
Our buttons of feelings for one another were meant to become undone.

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