And I Can't Do A Thing.

I secretly love Tuesdays,
Because of what you do,
You talk and smile and laugh and sing,
And I know its really you.

I secretly love Tuesdays,
Because of what we do,
We talk and smile and laugh and sing,
Not one or one but Two.

I secretly love Tuesdays,
And I secretly love you,
I hope you have a secret,
That you might love me too.

Dangerous

I am dangerous.
What I want,
And what I have,
And what I should want
Separate me

Into parts. I N T O P A R T S

One day, I held your hand
(we held hands)
Your lips touched mine
(our lips pressed together)
Your smell; that beautiful,
Glorious, heavenly scent.
It moves me away
(from myself)
And puts me next to
You, here.
Together.