By the sea
I flirt with friends I know real well.
It builds their ego, self-esteem.
It makes them feel good of themselves,
but it is not what it would seem.
It's only meant to let them know
that men still see their loveliness
and all they are, is still so much,
that men would rush to place a kiss.
We're so attracted to our friends,
but lives we have, so lines we draw
and keep our distance, yes, we must,
and stifle what could be a call.
Our eyes can't wander, this is true.
So much we feel for this dear friend.
Some things we have to just let go,
or else we'll see our friendship end.
Perhaps such flirting keeps us young,
or just a way to show we care,
about these dear ones we call friends.
When flirted with, I'm unaware.
I flirt to let all women know,
just how much light they bring the day
and bring the night with their soft glow.
I've never known another way.
Women are poetry in the flesh
and canvas painted in their heart,
with eyes as endless as the night
and each, to me, a form of art.
There is more depth to the heart than the mind can comprehend and it only has boundaries when we choose to fence it in.