It is only your hands I want on me,
your sweet breath at my ear.
I need you forever and ever, my love,
your soft whispers I ache to hear.
The hour grows dark, the shadows stir.
I need you close and near.
But you are gone so far away;
I die without you here.
The table is set for us to sup
so prettily with tea and cakes.
But across the floor and upon the door
ne’er a sound you make.
Oh love, I long for only you,
my gift from heaven above.
Oh, come to me and kiss me again,
shower me with roses and love.
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Author:
toniscales (
Offline) - Published: April 6th, 2026 10:35
- Category: Love
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- In collections: My Work.
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Comments1
A lovely poem of love and desire that speaks of missing the dear one and feeling the loss. Well written
Thank you Soren for always commenting on my work. It means so much to me.
You are most welcome
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