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Like searching white billowing puffs
in the sky, for some familiar outline
of shapes or faces, as they carelessly
float on by, I find my thoughts
drifting to you evermore.

The wind caresses my face like
your soft fingertips, as they brush
against my cheek, taking my breath
away. Your warm, sensual, lingering
kiss upon my lips carries me into a
state of pure emotional bliss.

I want to cry from the mountaintop,
"I am alive!" with excited breathlessness
heaving from my chest. I am forever
grateful with you by my side,
for the meaningful purpose you bring.

I find my thoughts drifting to you evermore...

A poem by Marla Verhulst
An exceptionally beautiful woman.