A Little Poetry of sorts...
A Sense of Love
Colors of love,
whispers in dreams,
Hands touching gently but rarely seen
Gardenia scented love notes placed in the palm
That look in the eyes, I love and understand.
Later,
We strolled along the beach our arms entwined
the moon shining brightly
on the water so calm
I whispered I love you
you replied with a kiss
It is this special moment
I miss.
I fear we will never have those moments again
My heart aches for you but you have gone
you are gone
By Greeneyes (c)