beautifulYou used to say, "You're beautiful",
with eyes on mine and racing pulse.
And I had to close my eyes,
craving for silence to deceive me.
Now, when you whisper it to me,
eyes closed holding me in the dark,
I secretly wish it to be true.
And I want you...all of you.
Hoping to hang on to those moments
when our hearts race for all the wrong reasons;
I catch your eyes lingering
too long on my dreaming face.
Soon you become accustomed to my voice,
and you listen.
You say, "Hey Beautiful"
I reply, "Hey You".
I know you, like the lines of your face
that I traced while you fell half dreaming.
And I reluctantly fell for you,
but not completely.
No, not ever.
But I continue...to fall.