I see you sitting at a table
In a restaurant
Lonely male.
I see you staring into space
A faraway look
On your face.
I wonder what you're thinking
Maybe you're looking
And hoping
For a home of the spirit, the soul
A blessed union to
Make you whole.
To me, love is a sweet breath of life
A trip born of the
Sweetest high.
It's the lifeblood of two lovers bound.
Feeling, caress, and
Kisses abound.
You look my way, and our gazes lock.
It comes as something
Of a shock.
To see your look mirroring my own
With a feeling of
Coming home.
Never did anything feel so right
As this growing love
On this night.
(8-2-2004)
(rev. 11-30-2008)
Monday, March 9, 2009
REALIZATION
Posted by Megan Milligan at 6:23 PM
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