Just Know


My love, tell me you hear me calling standing near the rose bush,
to catch each petal at its' falling.
The smell of the wind driven sweet breeze,
through the waves of your hair.
The paused appearance of your face, I see and smile,
How did you not know I've been standing here for a while?
You turn and gaze I know you hear me, look again,
the thrill of my body longing to kiss you.
The beautiful look of curiosity upon you seeking,
all the while I am speaking.
As you look up so to say I know that you should already be here,
and I saying to you that I am, catch a glimpse if you can.
Your lips utter, how can I see you when you arrive,
I'm here, I won't be able to tell you just know that I'm alive.

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