Mar 25, 2008 07:04
Talking with her is like witnessing the sunrise.
Always, there is a sense of joy.
Without fail I smile and I am enraptured,
though each time is different,
radiant and spectacular, never dissapointing.
At the very beginning of each encounter,
my pulse quickens, happy to be there at that moment in time.
And each time the event is ended, there is a longing for the next.
For those few special moments...
Those moments with her.
poetry,
poem,
inspiration