by MerryOarsGlasgow, Strathclyde, Scotland UKMar 95 comments


His eyes can read the lines between
the words I haven't said;
His touch can arc across the room,
short-circuiting my head.
His voice can send my fears to sleep,
and turn my thoughts to bed...
His slow smile is the memory that holds me, in his stead.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Mar 9
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Just a little fantasy :-)

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Nuwahri61online today!
Hi Merry ...........nice fantasy very well constructed .........nice to meet you here ....regards NU grin
Hi NU. Glad you liked the poem, and nice to meet you toowave
mcradloffonline today!
Neat poem about a great
Thank you, mcradloff :-)
Very enjoyable read looking forward to reading more!
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