Do you feel the way i do?

Your voice is intoxicating.

I sway with each word.

Soon i have to sit down,

To catch my breath.

Your beautiful yet, small.

And i don't care at all.

All the poems I write,

are derived from you.

I love you and another.

It may not seem like much,

Those three little words,

Three small syllables,

eight tiny letters,

I can't say to your face,

Eat away at my insides,

Longing to get out again.

I. Love. You.

Do you feel the same?