What I want
most from somebody
is to simply be loved.
Unconditional on this side
I can’t help you
figure out the puzzle
that seems so elusive.
We could walk for hours
talking about
that nonsense stuff,
just as long you promise,
you won’t push or ghost me.
All I require is
an hour of hand holding
there’s something about
how your cold hand
slowly warms in mine.
It’s our season now
I love how we are
when we connect
always in a hurry
to get things done.
I will always fall for you,
my beloved,
against these late night hours
I honestly don’t mind
tipping your chin up
lifting eyes up into eyes.
I can’t help myself
than be your lover
it’s always been
easy for us
to turn the mood
into one of our sessions.
I’ll say the words
I refuse to use
outside this season of ours,
where we kiss all over.
I know time is limited,
but all I care about,
is that I have every second
of your attention please.
I swear,
I love that I don’t have to ask,
you’re just mine,
doing all those little things
I’ve waited for
in this
our magical season.
2 responses to “Love’s Season So Why Ask”
That puzzle sometimes sits unfinished
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Sometimes it takes a lot of effort to solve the puzzle i love this poem
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