Splendid

chris/ January 4, 2001

Her eyes awaken in my soul
Suspicion that I am not whole
To see her smile has made me weak
But strength I do not care to seek
If it is not with her

I long, desire, to stand beside
Even at the cost of pride
To hold her close and breathe her in
I feel my patience wearing thin
As it is without her

A touch that says I’m not alone
Into this place my soul has grown
A kiss whose taste is so divine
The pain of being to me is blind
As it is not with her

The choice for me it seems is clear
Enjoy the time that she is near
Remember still the solitude
And that I can find gratitude
Within and without her

0 Comment

    Add Comment

    Leave a Reply

    Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *

    This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.

    Recent Comments

    Archives