• If looks could kill,
    I'd be dead.
    If your eyes lock with mine,
    my heart drops to the floor.
    If your fingers touch my skin,
    my ribs squeeze in tight.
    If your lips touch mine,
    chills dash through my body.
    If you whisper oh-so softly,
    “I love you” in my ear,
    my senses tense and twitch.
    If you hug me with all your strength,
    my muscles melt with joy.
    If your smile appears,
    my hurt and worry disappears.
    If your eyes hold sadness,
    mine hold the same.
    If you're in pain,
    so am I.
    If you cry,
    I cry.
    If you were to give up,
    and leave me hurt and hopeless,
    I would mourn and remember:
    your eyes,
    your touch,
    your kiss,
    your voice,
    your hugs,
    your smile,
    and every look that killed me.