Infatuation

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Infatuation

Speak to me in colors
That tinted are the windows to your soul
Might  that I marvel in the mystery
As it  skirts ‘cross their pond
Yet stilled are the words; as they lie like copper
‘Pon this tongue tarnished
For I cannot find them enough to say
- “I love you.”

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2006

~ by Charles on October 6, 2009.

One Response to “Infatuation”

  1. Infatuation within captivation – such the magnetism of your poetry.

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