Legs crossed, sitting on the floor.
I remember.
It was her smile.

Never mind her beauty.
Nevermind her style.

It was her laugh.

It was her glow that kept me,
that made me want to know.

Even then you were special.
Complex, I was always on my toes.

Just your skin, the glow within.
Just your lips, your hips,
your joyful grin.

Your arms, your legs,
your graceful back.
Your hair, so fine.
Your eyes, like mine.

All wonderful,
All beautiful.

All trivial.

Its your child-like dancing nature that makes you desireable.
Its your inquisitive little girl that makes you who you are.

Eyes wide, heart huge, voice filled with excitement.

I want more.

Independent and yet so dependent.
A graceful spirit pulls, pulls, pulls, like a magnet.

Your words never cease, they flow. Sometimes turbulent, sometimes peaceful.
Always a window.

Sharp tongue belies soft heart.
Hardened by choice,
softened despite it.

Which is you? I think I know.

I remember you, you make me break things.
I dream to repair what Ive broken.

Give me your heart.

I absolutely love the imagery, flow and emotion in this ... so beautiful and a pleasure to read...

Nice, I think it is two poems though!?

Wonderful flow when reading, I really enjoyed your words.

Thank you very much. Im a photographer. Writing is something that I've never really tried before.

I was wondering what you meant by two poems?