Tears from your eyes make even an untouchable like me, lip quiver. I am you in a more complicated form, the female version of you. You do not realize that when I am depressed and you pick me up, I cry these nights and wish you had not. Kisses from your lips are never not wanted, but sometimes Not needed, because you have already blessed Me with your sweet words. Words that form hands that engrave mine into theirs. Lies from your mouth scorn my soul and Makes me want to love never again. In any shape nor form. However, in a Painstaking minute, your arms encase me in Your own. Tickles from your fingers create an eruption Of giggles from my frowning lips. Giggles that were held in me for An eternity until my poet came along. Words from your tongue cuddles Me whether you are on the phone Or resting your head on my bosom. Love from your heart discharges into My soul with full blast of overwhelming That my knees buckle and cries escape My mouth. Good byes from your eyes gaze into My own and in reflection I reply With a tear that now escapes my Own eye.