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P. S. Burton

Midnight Musing

Excuse me, if this sounds just a little,
Childish being a grown and fully functional
Man at this point. I do not think I should be
Feeling this way, yet I do.

I still get butterflies in my stomach when
I hear you. And sometimes they twist and tickle
So much that I just—pause. And listen to you
Talk about something that I usually don't care
About, yet some how my soul which is located
In my right ear lube is only activated by your
Voice or the thought of you mentioned in daily
Conversation, brought up by me just to hear people
Talk about you. I sound so childish.

I love waiting up on Sunday nights when you call
And I pick up the phone—wait until you say hello
So I know that it's really you, because my ears and
My eyes play tricks on me. Sometimes I see you
In school holding your books by the vending machine
Then I realize that I'm day dreaming. And other times
I hear your voice in the breeze telling me you "Love Me."

I love it when you're sad or depressed. I know that's
Kind of strange but I love it. Because you give me
A purpose and that is to make you smile. Do you
Remember the night when I read you a poem about
Loving you so much that I'd spent the whole the night
Planning our future, this is why I feel so childish.

I loved you before I saw you. I still love you. You may
Think that you're the biggest loser in the world, but I'm
The one writing this poem about you with <3's. Even if
People stare at us in public, because were doing the
Strangest and the most spontaneous things in the little
Tree House of Royal Oak. I don't care, but I still feel a
Little childish.

I'm afraid of the upcoming day when, I will have to
Say good bye. But I will make sure that our midnight
Serenades will never end. And our dreams of cuddling
And kissing will always remain passionate and perpetual.

I love you, Michael and Alex.

P.S.

Love

I feel childish writing something like
This again, here I go:

I want you forever and stuff
I want to kiss you every morning before work
And every night before I go to sleep;
And when you're away I want to call you and spend
The whole night talking and then hang up and
Think all morning about new and more fascinating things
To talk about,
And if we don't hang up I want to think about
How much I love you and will myself to press
End. So the connection will still be there in our
Thoughts; and when we get old.

I want to climbs to the utmost top of
The mountains of the California valley and
Ask god to give us more time.

But I know that this is all wishful thinking, but
I like to think that is the best kind of thinking.