THE WARM SHOWER…

I walk into my bathroom,
And I see your spray there,
I walk into my bedroom,
And I see your blanket,
And I think of you,
And a warm shower embraces me.

I walk into my kitchen,
And the teacup you gave me is there,
I walk into my lounge,
And your pullover is there,
And I sense your precious presence,
And a smile writes itself on my lips.

I’m going about my day,
And suddenly a pair of smiling, metallic-green-gray eyes are looking tenderly into mine,
I take out my pen to write,
And as I look at my hand,
I feel your loving hand in mine,
And suddenly,
I’m transported into your affectionate bosom,
And my lonely heart is at peace.

As the bard said:
“Oh, how do I love thee!”