come to bed babe

 
I'm afraid, I'll admit it I'm afraid
your tenderness surprises me
really I never expected you to feel anything for me
I never thought you read my poems
my love and admiration for you

I would imagine you would come to these halls in hopes of soothing me
but I told myself it was my imagination
that your quiet resolve was for the prettier women
with reasonable minds

I would sit here not saying anything to you
drawing from your quiet strength
I want to reach out to you, now
I can't seem to do it

I'm still in shock

I want to know you better
I feel I've been blind to your presence, to the realness of you
I fear I've cut you with my tongue when I was swinging wide

you are beautiful to me

sensitive of soul
tender to touch with a loving soul
you let me in

I didn't know