You grab my
hand to hold...
I wipe the tears from my eyes and breathe in...
as my nose is stuffy from seasonal allergies...
Hazel Eyes
Softly love's wind blows...
You're not the wind in my sails,
you're the calmness of the water in...
Loving you feels like being a kid again,
Back when the only thing you know...
I'm terrible at hiding how I feel.
Whether I'm swallowing...
When I say I miss you,
It runs so much deeper than just those three...
Your eyes are sheer poetry,
like lustrous reflective jewellery of fiery red...
It was then that the feelings arose
In the magic of our embrace...
When I miss you;
I go back and reread all of the old poems I’ve...
I dream of you in silver and gold, crystals...
Your skin against the stark white sheets and waves...
Trapped in the never ending
Maze of my own thoughts...