by Timothy W. Crawford

Beneath my skin
Below my flesh lies my heart
Each beat pounds my emotions and all that I quest
To you, my love, I confess.

To confess suggests once I may have denied
But inside,
My heart directed what your love reflected.
If you slip...
I break your fall,
If you cry...
I dry each eye...
If you walk away...
I follow
If you come back...
I stay.

There is no conscious decision,
No conclusions to draw
I react from within my heart
From where you've touched me
Simply, beneath my skin,
Below my flesh

Natural by Timothy W. Crawford

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