You are sitting there,

Just writing.

I am watching you,

Just thinking.

I imagine you here.

With me.

Standing so near,

Making me red, but not with fear.

I feel your arm around my shoulder,

Your finger tips playing on my sleeve.

I, feeling your breath and smelling your scent.

The sensation that I hope to keep.

You are telling me how much you love,

The way I look

and the way I talk.

I blush, but keep on wishing,

For you not to stop.

Your writings, all about me,

And how I could never see.

The beautiful you,

But I just smile and think,

That I always knew.

You are sitting way over there,

Just writing.

I am watching you way over here.

Just thinking,

About my…