Why

Posted: Friday, 4 May 2007 | Posted by Aimi | Labels: ,

..do I get shy?

Words come less easy
And I suddenly become willing to please.
I cannot take it
It becomes very hard to break
Away from my stare;
I cannot compare thee to a summer's day
Since I cannot look away
From the sun; it's so very bright when we lie
In the grass just you and I.

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