You make me smile, You make me laugh
A simple glance
Makes my heart dance,
The feeling in my stomach, I can't explain,
Not quite pleasure, not quite pain
Our brush of lips is silky true,
The tasting sensation, the taste of you,
when flesh colides, it's like spring time,
Just in it's peak of bloom,
As you get that passionate scent.
And I hope to heaven,
with my love flow like The Severn,
That our childhood passion,
Will never run out of fashion.
Girl I love you.
Phil Whittaker
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/spring-time-in-love/
