 | In the still of the night,
I can hear you breathe.
I smell your scent,
Which comforts me.
When you gaze at me,
My heart begins to soar.
As your arms embrace me,
My feet can’t touch the floor.
I see myself through your eyes,
And it makes my heart sing.
As it melts any form of ice,
And gives my heart wings.
Where do I start and you begin,
When we touch flesh to flesh?
As we communicate deep within,
For this I am blessed.
Copyright © 2003
By Linda M. Langevin
Written by Linda Langevin
Submitted by Linda Langevin |  |