on contemplation of the sweetness of a rose...
My love,
Your touch seems near to me, though I know you are far away. I can feel your kiss slowly fading from my lips, what was a cascade of bliss is now starting to wash away.
But the tides will return.
Anticipation is killing me. I find myself hugging the blankets, eyes closed, and pretending they were you. It's never the same.
Your smell is sweeter than a thousand roses.
Until we meet again,
S
Your touch seems near to me, though I know you are far away. I can feel your kiss slowly fading from my lips, what was a cascade of bliss is now starting to wash away.
But the tides will return.
Anticipation is killing me. I find myself hugging the blankets, eyes closed, and pretending they were you. It's never the same.
Your smell is sweeter than a thousand roses.
Until we meet again,
S