How your soft hair
Plays in my hand
As love, we sit tonight
Here by a roaring fire
The room is quiet
And so are we
For words have no place here
Where feelings reign supremely
I touch your cheek
It feels so soft
As soft as all the love
That grows in my heart for you
I take your arm
And draw you close
To gently kiss your ear
And whisper there my longing
For you alone
My chosen one
The one whose hair I touch
And the one whose soul I love.
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Author:
dbremner (
Offline) - Published: December 16th, 2010 13:12
- Category: Love
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Comments2
Very heartfelt. (Can't help but go "Awwww!") Keep up the good work!
Thanks very much, I'll try.
This is very tender and sweet! Oh, the scene is so warm and alluring....it is all so very lovely! And oh! so romantic! I love it!!!! and seems I can't say enough about it so shall quite now.
You are so very kind.
Ooopsie, I meant "quit"....me and my typing! Thanks for thinking so....I do love the poem very well.
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