Far away I feel you,

With eyes I see your eyes,

My heart beats for you sweetheart,

Sometimes it makes me cry.

Days have time numbered,

Love remembers each detail,

Instinct knows need and want,

Like a coin to a wishing well.

Real love tends its garden,

Colorful feelings, unbeknownst blooms,

With tender love and caring,

Love shared makes all things new.

(c) By Teresa Bellamy Walker

         1-22-2016