P.S. I Love You

Another self composed poem. When it comes from the heart the words are just a mere formality. The feelings speak clearer and louder. Happy reading J


There may not be love,
It still isn’t late,
But there is a bond,
You may call it fate.

We may not talk,
You may be tired,
I'll forgo my sleep,
To make you feel desired.

You call me names,
It doesn’t even matter,
As long as you're with me,
My hopes wont shatter.

You look at me,
With such beautiful eyes,
I feel like a child,
who's won the first prize.

When you're so down,
And still you're sane,
You make me fall for you,
All over again!

I want us to work,
And I'll be there for you,
I'd give up anything,
To book a table for two!

The love won’t fade,
You can count on me,
It took me an eternity,
To make you see.

Don’t mock me now.
My feelings are true,
I might not say it, but
P.S. I Love You!