Danielle N. Calhoun

LATE NIGHT THOUGHTS

Up late again,
thinking of this one man,
Sweet and kind,
Gentle as can be.

There are many others such as he

He stole my heart,
in Many Ways,
He made me feel,
The true meaning of love.

It is not the physical,
That attracts me so,
It is what’s inside,
That draws me close.

His heart is pure,
His soul just so,
How do I tell him,
How I love him so?