I Don't Know What To Call It

This feeling I get,

everytime I see you,

I don't know what to call it.

 

I don't regret our relationship,

just the part where ie ended.

I was so stupid,

your great,

your awesome,

& I still love you.

I don't regret saying those words.

 

Everytime your near me,

all I can think about are the good times we had together,

I miss you, I really do.

 

Your the one I want to be with,

I've never felt that way before.

 

You're the pedal of my flower,

the salt to my pepper,

the rainbow of my sky,

the wind beneath my wings,

there's no me without you.

 

This feeling I get,

everytime I see you,

I don't know what to call it.

 

Reviews

[Patrick Henry]

Respect. Respect is what you call it and you wrote it from a most endearing and honest point of view!! I have received such a poem or letter from a girl before in my entire life, but have from poet friends, so I can only imagine that this felt incredible to you. I couldn't believe the words you were writing, where line after line I was totally sucked in, wishing I had fully understood this emotion you were writing about!! It's not so easy in this brain and so very few people help me let it out. Beautiful poem..... My goodness!! ...and then to come full circle and end the poem where you started it?! Awesome. The person who tries to critique this poem is going to have his/her work cut out for them because it's gorgeous!! Feel free to read me or say what you wish on my page... I'd welcome it. lol xoxo -Mark