UNTITLED - miss klaire

You tell me I'm pretty
and I smile at you.
You are my Burton C. Bell,
And I your Tairrie B.
You confuse me....but I like that -
It intrigues me.
I can't get inside your head.

I am in love, and you are in lust.
I want to know everything about you -
but you want to know nothing.
You remain silent, while I talk endlessly.
(I wonder if you are listening to me at all)

You play with my hair,
and hug me to sleep.
You hold my hand and look after me.
I feel protected, happy, contended.
I feel beautiful when you hold my face in your hands...
AND KISS ME.

I revolve around you in every way,
I write you poems,
Draw you pictures,
Tell you secrets.

I am yours - now until forever.
But to you - I MEAN NOTHING.