I wondered if I would ever write another love poem

Of mornings awaken and question why he is not beside you

Of aching for a touch unlike any other

Nights of longing and yearning for those strong arms to hold you close

I wondered if I would ever have reason to write another love poem

Of days spent sitting in the park gazing longingly into each others eyes

Completely oblivious of anything or anyone else

Of fingers touching ever so gently and tenderly

Of lips barely touching, not kissing just breathing in each others essence

Of moments laying on his shoulder feeling safe and loved

I wondered if I would ever have a reason to write another love poem

Of listening to him as he speaks on subject that holds no interest to you

But you listen just to hear his voice

As it wraps around you and through you and mingles with blood that flows through every cell in your body

And he begins to speak from within you

As his tone mixes and blends with your heart beat and you become one with him

I wandered if I would ever felt the need to write another love poem