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Feb 02
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amberb

Until now...

I never knew what love was, Until Now. Maybe I still don't but I do know that I have never felt this way. Whenever I am around them, I stop worrying about the way that I looked or look in my clothing and the way my laugh sounds. I stop worrying about the way that I sit and the way that my hair falls as I put it into a ponytail. I get lost in their eyes. All my problems seem to be washed away like old foot prints on a sandy beach after high tide. My eyes always seem to fall on their full lips. My mind earging my body to pull them closer and hold onto them forever. I never knew that my mind could be so calm while my heart seemed to beat so fast that it may explode. How much would it take for me to tell them just how much I really do love them? How long would it take for me to understand just how much they love me? A single phrase, three words, sends shivers down my spine. "I love you"... I have heard it often but never did it sound so sweet dripping off from someone's lips. Every person that broke my heart or steered me wrong, led me to the place where I met them. If I could go back and change the fact that my father left or that my sister left to go live with her father,  I wouldn't because then I wouldn't have met them. They are my world. I would make all their pain go away even if it meant that I had to take it all onto myself. They tell me that they would never let me do that. They tell me that they won't ever let me feel their pain. What they don't know, is that I already do. When the tears glide down their cheek, a ocean seems to seep into my lungs making it hard for me to breath. When they are angry, my heart seems to pump adrenalline a thousand time faster. Every feeling that graces their soul, pounds on mine and makes me want to feel all of it with them. Just to wake up with the thought of them in my mind, or to see their face in the sunlight, is enough to make my day. I hope that someday, they realize just how much I like them. Just how much I want them to be mine. And just how much I love them.....
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  1. SilverGoose
    Feb 02, 2017

    I love how your bold faced words create a poem the matches your content. Great job!

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  1. amberb
    Feb 02, 2017

    Thank you so much!

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