It's a red that crosses your face,
It shocks you into place,
Out of the daydream of physical space,
You come whirling back to reality with haste,
Love's got you out of place,
Love has you in it's grip,
With flirting and hugs in it's lower lip,
Filled with love and passion to match,
Wanting to draw you yearning back,
Love isn't something you can hack,
It's a slow red creeping in,
It starts with a look,
Then with books,
And then you slip,
And oops your hooked,
It's the sweet things they say,
To make your face and ears glow that way,
It's the things they do,
That makes you more than breathless,
But speechless too,
It's their loving embrace that leaves you reckless,
It's them but no it's you,
Your the reason they even love you.
~A.R.M.~
About the Creator
The broken Poet
I write lots and lots of poetry and had no place to ever put it so mabey I'll put it all here?
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