Weak At The Knees

Weak at the knees,
Sweet begins to bead,
I know you are there,
But you will never be here.
You had the eyes the smile,
The love and the hare,
My taste in music,
It was all there.
But my mind was aching,
You weren’t mine,
For the taking,
Just a friend for the making.
You will always make,
Me weak at the knees,
Make me fall in a breeze,
But you will never please.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.