Its an imaginary feeling, the warmth in my hand
It’s the strangest tingling as I see you there stand.
Where did you come from, on this Valentine ’s Day?
How did you know I was feeling this way?
A concert in the corner, Jack’s Mannequin the lead,
A walk on the Florida beach, sand on our feet.
Dinner in Italy, movie to follow,
How did you know, I was feeling so hollow?
My dress still fits, boy do I feel grand
I love this feeling, don’t let go of my hand.
Kiss me once, delicate, sure,
I don’t want this feeling to end, so, be mine forever.
... I submitted the poem, but now I changed the second line... oh well, the poetry contest will have to pick a different one, cause, I like this edit better... Tell me what you think!
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