Thanks, and an extra big bear-hug to you.

The experience that I had with the girl I wrote this for altered me.... in a painfully positive way.

Thanks, ya'll...

My ego was totally boosted , and now I'm ready to conquer the dating world!

Peace!

Something must be, 'cause this ain't workin'!

Fix me!

And words, no matter how carefully thought-out, can only scratch the surface of one's true feelings. She blew it.

Thanks for your kind words.

I know why it's called "falling" for someone... because it ends in pain.

I wrote these to express my feelings for someone who, unfortunately returned them to me the next day.
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::::::::Four Fourteen::::::::

It's 4:14 in the morning, and I'm sitting here in bed,
Trying to stop these thoughts of you from spinning through my head.

I've never been a winner, no, I rarely seem to win,
It must be my destiny for the world which I live in.

I try not to complain, about these things which cause me pain,
And it seems to me I'm getting used to thinking them again.

The solution must be easy, as most others seem to see,
Unfortunately it is anything but simplicity for me.

I don't have significant needs, or even major wants,
But I'd like to feel some happiness, even if just once.

Some guys find it easy, some don't have to try
They just look at you a certain way and seem to make you sigh.

It's 4:15 in the morning, and I'm lying here in bed,
Trying to stop these thoughts of you from crashing through my head.

I wish that you would look at me, show me the sparkle in your eye,
I've seen the sparkle once or twice and it nearly made me cry.

Holding hands and cracking jokes while sitting at the beach,
The things I want in life are simple, but always out of reach.

Why I'm forced to live like this, always showing up too late,
I really don't have a clue, but it's something that I hate.

If I could snap my fingers, and have the world at my command,
I'd command the world to deliver to me your soft and pretty hand.


I'd take your gorgeous hand in mine, and hold it oh so tight,
And make sure nothing ever harms you in the darkness or the light.

It's 4:16 in the morning, and I’m lying in my bed,
trying to stop these thoughts of you from escaping from my head.

I'd wait on you, on hand and knee, I'd bury you with gifts,
But this life that I am wanting cannot exist on simple 'ifs'.

It's nice to have another friend, you can never have too many,
But when I decide that I would like more, I’m told I can’t have any.

I always show up one day late, and more than a dollar short,
Trying to battle my own feelings is like a contact sport.

I plot... I plan... and I draw out the plays,
But some stray dog runs out on the field, causing game delays.

I rarely hold back my opinions or thoughts, except when they're about me,
I think that if I could talk about it my anxiety would flee.

If I could learn to express myself, my life would be much better,
But if my history is my destiny, my future will be without her.

I wish the world made sense to me, and that things sometimes went right,
Instead this painful life is confusing, and the rule book is locked-up tight.

It's 4:17 in the morning and I'm still sitting on my bed.....

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:::::::Lightheaded:::::::

Your beauty is intoxicating… …it makes my head feel light
I want to watch you all through the day, and well into the night.

The way you laugh and the smiles you give are gifts that you give freely,
I wish that someday you might find a reason to give them only to me.

Your luscious, dark, and wavy hair is mesmerizing, and asks to be caressed
I want to run my fingers through it, without stopping for a rest.

Your beautiful hands, your sensual eyes, your cute and sensual ears
Leave me wanting nothing more than to be with you the remainder of my years.

“Your Body Is A Wonderland”, I once heard John Mayor sing,
He must have watched you walk by one day, which is a lovely thing.

The way you dance, the way you sit, the way you lean against the door,
It’s as though you took a special class in how to make me want you more.

I would be lying if I didn’t say, how I love to watch you walk away
But when you do, I sometimes pray, that you will soon return and stay.

All it takes is a fleeting glimpse of your perfectly tanned and well-defined belly,
To somehow make my head feel heavy, and turn my legs into jelly.

Your sense of humor, and your evil side too, are two of the reasons that I’m writing,
Your strength, your confidence and your energy, are just so damned inviting.

I don’t live in a fantasy world, it seems that this one is amazing enough
But I find time to dream, and hope for the best, even though it is frequently tough.

I’m not sure what to make of it, how you’ve inspired me to write
But if I can summon the courage to accept the pain this will cause, then give this to you I might.

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Thanks for reading.