When I think of you.
When I think of you I remember your eyes.
I remember the deep intellect that burns
behind the bright hues and shades of blue that look at me
when I look at you.
When I think of you I see your smile.
Your kind smile that's perhaps as beautiful too
as the way I view the world when I see you and...
I feel week inside.
You make me nervous in a way only you can do,
and I've grown an attraction that goes beyond the physical untrue,
and have become enslaved to the impulse of youth which,
gave birth to a sexual attraction of the intellectual level.
When I think of you...
I fall in love again...physically, mentally, spiritually
