veiled eyes...silence of darkness...so that I can remember
your face, longing for your voice...will you come back to me?
Doubtless lack of control, obsession so vivid...so
breathless the enrapturing...to relive before I die.
Every touch, smoldering embers from your kisses,
master of heat and hunger...stealing moments from
that bridge of vast ocean in love connection remembered.
Longing as I sleep tonight, just a dream, a mere figment of my
imagination...I wait~solve the mystery...come back to me?
Foregone Love of my Youth.
Regis
BEAUTIFULLY WRITTEN AS ALWAYS.
Lovely, Vivian. Your White Knight is nuts if he doesn't
come back. Perhaps tonight. -gene.
I may lie awake tonight.
Very well done.
John