The way she looks at me

The way she looks at me is precious
When she runs her soft fingers through my hair is amazing
She is my heart and my soul. but why can’t she see that?
Is it something I’m saying? or something I’m doing?
Please let me in and let me know what’s on your mind.
I try to talk to to her but i get no where.
I don’t want to lose her but what do i do?
Do I let go? Do i stay around? What do i do?
Please let me know. I’m going crazy, I love you more than anything.
Just let me in and tell me what I should do.

This poem was written/submitted by courtany wheeler.