Apr 27, 2004 21:38
There you are just beyond my grasp
I can almost feel my fingers sweep through your hair
I can almost smell your presence
I can almost taste your sweet kiss
I can almost hear your contagious laughter
I can almost see your beautiful face
My memory is not as strong as I would like
I try to will you into my presence
For each second not spent with you
Is a piece of cloth torn from my heart
Piece me together...Seamstress of my soul...
Tonight, when I got off the phone with you, I cried. I am not ashamed of my tears. You are all I want. Jobs, cars, houses, money, my future plans...none of it matters. Only being with you. I have a lot of good, close friends; friends I thought really understood me. But, you are the firstperson to ever "get" me. You are my dream, my hope, my everything. Don't let that scare you though, because all you have to be, to be all of that is...YOU! Tu es mon ange!