In the field of observation, chance favors only the prepared mind

you staring;
no, just looking;

im afraid to face myself;
to tell you the truth that i can stare at you for hours;
but i know you hate it;
so instead;
i look;

i should just be tender, gentle and loving;
i should just give you some blanket for a warm cover;
instead i leave it;
coz i thought you might be feeling too warm to be wrapped up in it;

i want to hold you close;
with my arms;
but im wearing my jeans;
and you are on the bed;

so i see you tonight?
i nod;
continuously;
im here for you to approve my presence;
i want to be here when you want me to be here;

i just want to love you;
love you;
and love you.....