Sweet is her Touch…

Wherever she does go I do fret,

Whenever she is near, her touch I do get,

That sweet touch, a hug, a kiss a whole day then blest,

With her presence, another day without distress…

She is in our thoughts, from day to day,

So much more than I can say and say,

Love in the air, necessary to convey,

Roses, the bouquet of choice for my lovely Rene’…

Tastes like honey, smells like early morning rain,

Never is she just mundane, always do I feel no pain,

Just with the mere thought of her, I am completely sustained…

                © ed – 7/25/04