I Don't Think You Know

I don’t think you know,
How your words grasp at my soul.
Your poems of pain and I weep with you.
Your poems of joy and I cheer with you.
Your poems of confusion and I feel them too.
Your poems of love and I want more.

I don’t think you know,
How your words grasp my soul.
Your stories of hurt and I feel it.
Your stories of lust, aye, I feel it too.
Your stories of love and love courses through me
Your stories of hope and I keep that hope too.

I don’t think you know,
How your words grasp my soul.
Your heart poured into each word.
Your soul on fire to express itself.
Your mind agonizes to make it just right.

I don’t think you know,
How your words grasp my soul.
I sometimes wonder if you ever will.

Reviews

[Tattered Teddy]

I know.

[Seamstress]

Sometimes, it seems so hard to believe how very much you do already know of me even when I don't say the words you simply know.

[Tattered Teddy]

But do you know how your words touch Me?

[Seamstress]

I don't know if my words can ever reach as deep as yours do for everyone but I do always feel your love and appreciation for them when I write. I am blessed to have you as a critic, reviewer and most importantly best friend.