You’ve gotten under my skin
The layers are paper-thin
But made of diamond.
Somehow you’ve penetrated the deepest layer
And put me under your spell
and I don’t care.
You must know
This is unusual, for me.
You’ve gotten under my skin
The layers are paper-thin
But made of diamond.
Somehow you’ve penetrated the deepest layer
And put me under your spell
and I don’t care.
You must know
This is unusual, for me.
That’s when you know that person cares for you – when they’re beneath your skin and digging deeper, taking the time to figure out who you are. Lovely poem!
Thank you, I’m glad you think so ^_^