I still see your face,
When my eyes close at night.
And When I see you there,
I wish that you could be back by my side.
I still feel your touch,
Softly burning on my skin.
And as I lie awake,
It warms my heart within.
I remember how,
It felt to hold you close.
When to stroke your tender skin,
Was to touch the petal of a newly flowered rose.
I remember how,
It felt to hold you near.
When you cried into my arm,
And I wiped away your tears.
And I remember how,
A kiss from your scarlet lips,
Lit the fire in my soul,
That I'll always think of, and forever miss.
I still think of you,
More than I know I should.
But when I tried to let my feelings go,
I knew I never could.
I loved you then,
I love you now,
And I'll love you always,
Until I reach my final days.
Bittersweet, loving, caring, consoling, endearing. This is just so beautiful Sara. May the Lord be with you always, and at your side constantly. With much love, peace, & (((HUGS))) ... Barbie
"If I have to...Then I may as well be."
Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)
Reviewed on March 1, 2005
I think we can all relate to this.
Lover or not seeing ones child.
A collection of love poetry both relatable and unique.. Poems both joyful, playfu , yearning and romantic. The Poet has exposed his heart and soul in words of love and admiration. Take a journey through the thoughts of a Contempary poet of love. Poet
I met Jerome on a busy city street in Baltimore, Maryland, when he was forty-five years old. On that particular day, I was out and about, enjoying a much-needed day off from work.
I wanted to purchase a sukiyaki sub. I parked my car in an area of
and yes loving
enjoyed
"If I have to...Then I may as well be."
Lover or not seeing ones child.