When I am Me

A Poem by Grislobo

My first attempt at a love poem.. Lacking inspiration, I forced this out for a class assignment.

When I am deprived of your presence,
I see no shapes in clouds.
When you wish I would not leave your side,
My path is boomeranged.
When we argue about minor things,
The guilt binds like a vise.
When you gently glide your palm on my cheek,
Everything hazes, but nothing is more clear.

When I feel your skin against my own,
Our hearts collaborate the most beautiful tune.
When we stroll about the streets at night,
I free fall into the beautiful abyss of each iris.
When a summer breeze flutters your bangs,
I am swept away by the most docile of waves.
When you are in my presence,
I know just who I am.