Sunday word hunter: poetry and nonsense,  To beloved ones

Strange

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Strange…all weird…

I had my head all lost in the woods,

Those in the moon.

Wasn’t it rare I don’t remember your face

But crave for tha’ skin?

How suddenly I am, squeezing my memories,

To think in your eyes.

Ice is what should be,

Deep inside of my heart

When it skips,

One or two beats.

For I recall your hands into mine.

The thumb with the ring

Pinching my cheek,

In awe for a smile.

Ice is what should be,

Deep inside of my heart

When it skips,

One or two beats.

Don’t know if I hated or loved you at first sight,

But this warm is to melt what remains frozen my dear…..

Even if lil’ by lil’

For it ain’t one, such a heat,

It’s not a passion you see…

Tender…coiling up.

You didn’t know…

I wouldn’t have even thought

Come my tough cookie,

Give it your all

Ice is what should be,

Deep inside of my heart

When it skips,

One or two beats.

For I recall your hands into mine.

Lovely, lovely chips of reason

May fall…

My heart skips

One or two beats

If I dream those hands into mine

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