Welcome to another takeover by TAP the hobbyist poet.
You are an ocean, beautiful blue water and smoothing waves.
Are you the Pacific, to be specific?
Or the Atlantic, the way you have me frantic?
Going crazy with this craze, this crave:
A taste of your water.
Can I see your sunken ships and mystical creatures?
Can I take a swim and see your features?
I’m sitting on the shore and I’m ready to dive in;
Only if you’ll let me in.
“Don’t judge a book by its cover.”
I love the cover of your book;
I see you on the shelf.
What’s your story?
What’s on your mind?
What’s in your heart?
What are the contents of your soul?
You seem passionate and gentle.
I want to turn your pages.
I want to read every word, every chapter.
Can we write our story together?
You stood between the sun and I;
You blocked out the sun
And your smile shined;
It melted my heart.
You gave me butterflies.
You opened your heart;
I wanted to get in.
You let loose your tongue;
I wanted to chase after it with my own.
Is my heart my own?
I want to give it to you.
I wish I was the rain,
The rain drops falling on your skin.
I wish I was the wind,
Blowing gently on your face; stroking your cheek.
I wish I was the sun;
You would always be sun kissed by my rays.
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