The Humming Birds FlightRomance
10 Mar 2015
Longing for her voice is like a distant storm with only a few rain droplets hitting the window
I stare with tired eyes as they slowly slide down
When her words are seen I become hot with excitement only to be turned to ice
I wait in this despair like a lonely night
To only fear that she affects me so
I am at her whim even when I know nothing of her mind
How ingenious it all is and how easy we can be so weak.