i hear. i hear. i hear
It's calling.
Love's soft whisper
in my ear.

i fear. i fear. i fear
the Falling.
for fear of Love's swift fall.

it draws me near. and near. and near.
beckoning to surrender
that part of Me
i hold so dear.

i smell. i smell. i smell
It's sweet bouiqet.
that Frangrance that haunts me
night & day.

i feel . i feel. i feel
It pulling.
ever pulling at that part
that will not Feel.

i pause. i pause. i pause.
i pause again.
only a moment.
only a memory.

then, once again
i hear.
Love's soft whisper in my ear.

Copyright ©2002 steve patterson