I Couldn't Help Myself
A simple love story
Stop me;
my heart is racing.
Hold me;
my knees are weak.
Calm me;
my feelings are deep.
I feel his gaze upon me;
like sunlight coming in through the blinds.
Words fail me after
he says “Hi.”
I turn away because I am shy.
Never again,
I am no slave,
I will love no more
because who needs a broken heart
to hit me like a dart!
Hold me;
for I am overcome.
Free me;
for my will is weak.
My mind says “No.”
but my heart says, “Go.”
Before I knew it
our bodies touch
in his big blue Mustang
with his cozy cushion velvet seats.
We are holding onto each other’s words and
our minds easily converge.
Our nights were spent
with his arm behind my seat,
in dark movie theatres.
Later munching on nifty noodles.
Sipping green tea,
feeling like Bruce Lee.
It wasn’t long before we bused it;
made it to a neon Vegas wedding.
Down the aisle, we walked
to a Minister who blessed us with bliss.
Then we exchanged rings and kissed.
Love is like a Monet painting.
Sweet, eternal, and noble.
We are just an average couple;
striving to make it through tough times
with love and chuckles.
About the Creator
C C Farley
I loved reading at an early age. Writing is also a passion and I love writing, reading, and spending time with my pets.
I also love photography, independent film making, travel and writing.
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