I stare at this blank page
and it stares right back at me.
Both it and my mind
unblinking, unmoving, not thinking,
just watching, waiting, wondering why
one person possess so many of my thoughts...
There ought to be a reason why
these pages stay white until your
light floods the night in my head,
a reason why I would fight
with ardor and might to keep you safe
and do you right,
a reason why my mood leaps into flight
and stays bright
whenever you enter my sight,
a reason why the touch of your skin,
so soft, sends me soaring through sensual skies,
a reason why I know you'd never leave my side.
People say I'm gonna fall, but
really, I'm just enthralled with
the ease in which you make me smile,
the ease in which something as simple
as the smell of your sweater
erases my fears, makes everything better,
forges a river from my brain
to my hand
to my pen
to this blank page,
now filled with letters.
