Sense you

I can´t join your club.
Be one of your lost loves,
but i read your body language like I wrote it myself.
I can´t help it.
Picking up on the hesitations.
Your subtle tolerances and your lacks of patience.
The useless repitition or brave change of tone.
Your urge to feel the crowd and your urge to be alone.
I read your body language as if I wrote it myself.
Yet I remain like a neglected book on some high up shelf.
I see you near the water, you always float my boat.
Even when you hate and gossip even when you gloat.
I see your vibrant colour as if I had mixed it all myself.
But I warn you now sweetness, one day soon it will melt.