Sometimes when I’m on hold
- in reality or on the phone -
I’ll pull your photo up
letting your image help me think.
Your smile always makes me smile;
smiling always makes me feel good.
This is becoming a pleasant ritual.
Looking at you, smiling to myself
and then thinking … what if.
I’ll tell myself a story
- about exploration
- about the unknown.
Wondering how best to flatter you;
how best to lather you in affection;
how best to shine with wit and wisdom.
I know it matters when
my shine hits off-mark,
but I try to be true .
And at the very least
when I light up in your world
you should know
I am thinking of you.
Book 3 f of the Horses of Tir Na Nog Romance trilogy
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This is beautifully imaged: one sees the love in your words. :) Well done.
(((HUGS))) and love, karla.
Edwin
Blessings,
Sharon
Fee
That's the way love should be.
Enjoyed reading!
Love and Hugs,
Patricia