Perhaps my words were meant

only and just for you...

For if someone else read them

No matter, just a few words...

 

Forgotten after just one read

Perhaps a bit of erotica to savor

How and when do words creep in

And make a poem, a letter?

 

Do we have someone in mind?

Or do we write to please

Anyone or everyone who passes by

To take the poem or leave...

 

For I find I respond to you

Your words speak so sincere

I see someone who opens up

And speaks of what has come

 

Isn't that such a compliment?

To touch someone so deep

I'm glad if no one else did come

It formed a bond, you see.

 

And now we read each other

We enjoy a melding mind

Others may read our words, true

Some one else may also find

 

When two can think and act together

'Tisn't such a crime

For words make life a lovely place

To share with thee...or others...