I love your lips
and the way you kiss me...
It’s hard to wait around for something
you know might never happen...
Your eyes are sheer poetry,
like lustrous reflective jewellery of fiery red...
In the corners of my mind
You linger...
Missing You!
I wish I could see you...
I want to be cared..
I want to be hugged...
A simple thought of you and I'm gone again,
Just thinking about your sweet face...
Can you hear the gentle, whispering...
Dancing in the cold and hard august breeze...
Stay with me
I grow softer at your touch...
When I look at your picture I start to cry
Then I ask myself questions like why...
Eyes that peer straight to my soul
Reading all that is missing...
On a midsummer night
I dreamed of your lips...