i'm addicted to...
to a face & a pair of eyes
to a voice & a pair of hands
to feet that takes me to midnight walks
to ears that listen during an all-night talk
to a confidante & a friend
to you, my thanks, i send
...
of comfort from hands held tight
whether an ordinay day or a special night
of love that was kindled with a fire so warm
of a kiss that burns yet brings no harm
to an old love, now a burning flame
now i can say that, yes, i feel the same
***a poem i wrote almost 6 years ago... funny how you find old things that remind you of things you thought were already gone... then you find yourself confronted with the truth that it was there all along... and that you just failed to see it...
to a voice & a pair of hands
to feet that takes me to midnight walks
to ears that listen during an all-night talk
to a confidante & a friend
to you, my thanks, i send
...
of comfort from hands held tight
whether an ordinay day or a special night
of love that was kindled with a fire so warm
of a kiss that burns yet brings no harm
to an old love, now a burning flame
now i can say that, yes, i feel the same
***a poem i wrote almost 6 years ago... funny how you find old things that remind you of things you thought were already gone... then you find yourself confronted with the truth that it was there all along... and that you just failed to see it...