Fingertips

I feel you, even when I’m not with you, you make me smile, just because you passed by me, you show me, constantly, of what it means to be happy, you look at me, and I feel that you care, you touch me, and I shake because of all the nerves, I’m speechless at the sight of your smile, and yet I can’t stop talking about you. Am I so wrong to try and be yours, when all I want is for you to be mine? 

I want to touch you, not just be close to you, not just feel your arm with my fingertips, I want our fingertips to touch, I want to feel your heart, andknow your laughter by heart, I want you to know my hands by touch, I want your lips to know mine…After all, I want you to know me for me.