It will be only a matter of time
before you will hear my heart speak out.
Many moons have passed along
and I have finally shed all of my doubt.
Deep inside of my lung capacities
I breathe heavily with the way I feel about us.
Not until I heard the sound of your heart
did I finally receive you loving trust.
My choice of words of passion to you
have been somewhat silent for a long while.
I had been hurt many times before
so my expressions for you had been in denial.
Last night I cried to my fateful lonely pillow
because in my arms I wanted to have you with me.
And my emotions spoke to my heart
thus allowing my energy to release where I wanted to be.
I hope your patience has not run dry
because I’ve been selfish about speaking out.
My dreams have been talking to my soul
and many lonely nights my lips called your name in a shout.
It was only a matter of time before I came to my senses
when I realized how much I love being in your arms.
Your sweet smile attracts my line of sight
because your beautiful face is full of magical charms.
When I walk by your side I feel the warmth of your body
that makes me feel so good under the layer of my skin.
My virgin thoughts constantly fights inside my brain
trying so hard to guard my emotions of loving sins.
Everyday that you sit across from me on the table
my feelings grow with lust of loving you forever.
Then I see the sparkle in your rich brown eyes
and I sense the feelings for you can be used as a lever.
I want so much to spend the rest of my life with you
but I am not so sure you will accept me as I am.
These emotions of passion for your trusting ways
has made me inexpressive as I hide like a shelled clam.
There is no day that passes that I don’t stare at you
in secrecy so that you will not politely turn away.
Your gentleness is never elusive as you walk leisurely
while my heart throbs as it melts each and ever day.
It was only a matter of time before you would suspect
that I have feelings for you that drive me so wild.
Your rosy lips I want to French kiss so much
that the fire burns inside of me and it is not mild.
I see how your own boyfriend treats you so harsh
and I want so much to pull you away from his grasp.
His own voice speaks to you with sinful words
that has no true meaning as I hear his voice rasp.
So many times I want to hold your hand tightly
as you gracefully walk next to me up each stair.
And then I glance at your face while we walk
while I pretend that I run my hands through your hair.
When you get near me I smell the aroma of your perfume
and it weakens my knees from the pleasant flavor of you.
I just stare when I can not be seen as I admire a taste
and inside my mind I keep telegraphing that I love you.
When will I gather the strength to speak to your lips
and show you that mine are not sour as the taste of lime?
Well, my only guess that with patience someday I will,
but for now I can only hope that it’s only a matter of time.
Copyright © Oscarelizondo Wednesday May 26, 2010 1:21 PM