He Is, , , Poem by martine boucher

It all started with his simple touch
Oh how I loved it so much
we were in my loft
His lips were so soft.

Flashings all over us
then I opened my eyes
too see what's in real site
and still there is light

You're the light
I'd run for miles
just too see you smile.
Your my light.

The times get rough
but you're always there when I wake up
hoping to see you soon
you're the one that puts up the moon