I display my fondness for you with words <br />on Icy car windows. And like our fragile <br /> <br />Partnership the words lose their meaning <br />when the heat is on. On work days I <br /> <br />pen our plans on the back of warm bus <br />tickets. Inbetween the the smudged print <br /> <br />I scetch our dreams, never do I keep them <br />they are left for the lovers huddled at the <br /> <br />back. I show my trust in you by placing <br />A pad of poems upon your sweet warm <br /> <br />lap feeling like a proud school child. <br />I only hope you don't understand a word.<br /><br />Not Long Left<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/affections/
