Feeling the Love
Why is it that we don't always recognize the moment when love begins,
the flirtations; the little body language that belies an attraction like two opposing magnets drawn, but we always know when it ends?
There is a lot more to it than that you know.
I think about him all the time.
My rosy cheekbones tacitly exposing my secrets
Falling in love is so sublime
Can You feel the love tonight?
Was that the way it used to be?
Feelings and it really seemed that it was so right
Were my thoughts just so consumed in him
In some torrid salacious romantic fantasy
that I was blind and could not see?
Just a passing whim and I let myself grin.
A Fantasy is what it is, yes that must certainly be
What leads me in a capricious soliloquy
Plotting ways to casually approach him
Without being so damned obvious
I wonder though, does he love me?
Does he think of me and burn with desire and all consuming fire
Does he plot ways, to capture me, to seduce me
Well just why should I care to be so obsessed with what he thinks?
I am just happy as child with a lollipop tonight and want to see him that is all
And I happily dial the phone to make yet another call.
Oh, c’mon get control of yourself;
That’s the fifth time I tried today
and he isn’t even answering his phone.
although I am quite sure that he is at home.
Now why am I feeling so blue and all alone?
Oh...........yes it is the truth and I have to finally face it.
I really love him and he seems to have walked away
It has really got me down and I recognize it so clearly now.
Why didn’t I realize that I loved him before it was too late?
When will I learn to know and just what will it take for me to awake?
I am slow at love and quick on the trigger.
Love, seduced by my own fantasy…………. now gone
And I am always the last one to know
While deliquesced time grinds it’s obtuse gears,
leaving this woman all alone and in familiar tears….
Challenge: Tuning Up
Feelings
Hostess: Nancy/ Gentlewind
By Cheryl Stewart
© 2009 Cheryl Stewart
(All rights reserved)
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