I told myself I wouldn't fall.
Yet I find myself falling for you.
Yes, I'm falling for you.
Your rugged strong look leaves me weak in the knees.
You captivate me.
You are truly a man of few words yet you speak volumes to me.
How is this possible?
Oh the gentle caress of your rough, hard-working hands gliding across my body.
The tender touch of your lips on mine sends tingles throughout my entire body.
I love the gleam in your eye when you give me a fleeting smile.
I know you will never be mine.
Yet I enjoy the little piece of your life I do get to play a part in.
I will sit in the wings waiting for a some day.
A some day which may never come to be.
Just waiting even if it's only a call or text.
Whatever small part I play in your life is worth it.
Or is it?