The Way Your...

A late-night written poem. It's also in my p&q page...

The way your hair feels soft in my hands…
The way the breeze caressed those intricate strands…
The way it dances along the playful wind
The way it soothingly tickles on this sensitive skin…

The way your hands keep me warm on a winter’s night…
The way they hold on me as you hugged me tight…
The way you caressed my locks,
The way you intertwine our hands as we watched the day goes by…

The way your smile strengthens me...
The way it teases me when I did something silly...
The way it gives hope when I am low
The way it shines through this barrier of glass
On this wretched soul...

The way I got lost into those eyes
The way I got drowned into those mysterious orbs of sublime…
The way they captivated me, and the way they tantalized me…
The way they made me realize,
What a wonderful person are thee…

These things,
I will treasure
For always,
And forever...

Today’s moment
Will soon be a memory.
And for all eternity
I will cherish them,

In memory of thee.

For I love thee...
With all of my heart, flesh, and bone.

© Deb