Aug 12, 2005 01:09
I want to pull a move that resembles Jimmy Stewart. I want to give her the look that makes her knees buckle, and her heart race. Oh to acompish that which seems so out of reach, so inconquerable would be bliss. But if I succeded what would I miss. Would I feel the burning and the hiss, of so many feelings I can't explain, or am I meant to see them fall away from me in vain. Let not them fall but hit me sooner, for as it turns I cannot woo her. I cannot give that which I seek, that romantic stare which often peeks, her heart for mine, my hope is bleak. For I have found that with each glance, I find myself in total trance, at all the things that happen in bliss, when I see her face, or feel her kiss.
for anyone, bless!