Feelings strong though the truth unknown. Until thee profess the wounds go on unsown. A poem like a kiss cannot be given back. Lad, give her your heart and truth. Don’t worry! Don’t slack!
This is an old one I recently found written for my wife when we first started dating. I don’t think I actually gave it to her
I’m in your arms but i’m thinking of her. Whatever this was has left my heart and I don’t even care. You kiss me, tell me you need me but it’s not your skin I crave. We lie here naked, but in her memory I bathe.