Bookstore

Walking amongst the aisles of books,

I see the way you look at me.

Standing there with your amazing looks,

I am left completely speechless in front of thee.

Hand in hand,

We read silently.

Trying desperately to withstand,

The urge to laugh so violently.

With those gentle eyes,

And that kind smile.

I can do nothing more than improvise,

For my original plans are thrown out along with my old style.

Your soft lips caress my heart,

And your warm embrace heals my soul.

To know you cared from the start,

Makes my life feel under control.

The more anxious you get,

The better I know.

Secretly you admit,

The more you love me so.