Infatuation Poem by Carolyn Ford Witt

- * INFATUATION * -

I am the gentle stirring
Of the softest Summer breeze.
I am the tiny flutter
That within your breast does tease.

Not the Roaring River
But the trickle of the stream.
Not the rumblings of a nightmare
But the tempting of a dream.

I'm the tantalizing sunlight
Through the trees after Summer's rain
I'm the lazy wiling daydreams
That go dancing through your brain.

So when you wonder who I am
As I chance into your heart
Just remember..... 'Infatuation'
My tempting fantasies impart.

Author: Carolyn Ford Witt
Ms. Caroline
©2-16-06