WHAT YOU MEAN TO ME

Believe me, dear,

I love my words,

I pick them especially,

To fit you curve for curve,

To fill the empty spaces,

And to touch you in

All the places

Hands and kisses

Cannot reach, but,

I would sometimes wish,

To make the words stop,

And show you with

Hands and kisses,

And quiet gazes,

What you mean to me.

• Donovan Baldwin