My Love…
In the early morning light sometimes I watch you sleep. All the curves of your face I study trying to memorize every detail without success. In those moments you touch me deeply without lifting a finger.
From “You Are” found at http://beccas-corner.tripod.com/id13.html
You are the whisper
on the wind.
The love
that never ends.
You are the soft
and gentle caress.
You are the love
and tenderness.
I feel your warmth
and your fire.
It’s only you
I desire…
