My eyes are closed
the page is white,
not staying within the lines
pen moves while the ink does write
From the abyss of staring deep within
unseen page moves my soul,
I write not seeing the words
not sure where this will go?
If Love is so predictable
then here my heart is given to you,
my eyes are closed as I write this poem
scribbled pernmanship is a problem too
So to you dear Heart in silence unseen
Passion from my lips with a kiss,
my eyes are closed, but my heart is true
and your touch is what I miss
hug
Kathy
Love ya!
Jane