You look good on paper
An almost perfect match
The words chronicle this
Hero to my heroine
I devour the declarations
My eyes tired and scratchy
From straining to see your adoration
The ink has dried but I prefer
To imagine it flowing from the tip of your pen
As you press quite hard on the paper
Regaling me with your tales
Of love
Your desire
This insane need
For me
My brow furrows in disconcertment
As the logical me
Realizes these utterances
Are nothing more
Than just that
Words
I sigh and lift my eyes
To the night sky
As I dream of how good
You look on paper
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Jul 01, 2013 @ 05:54:10
Brilliant! I’ve felt that way before. You put it into words perfectly. 🙂
Jul 02, 2013 @ 19:05:58
Thank you David!