Quietly Poem by Beverly Moran

Quietly I sit perrusing my thoughts, and wondering where you are. I'm thinking of things, we've done; things we have expounded on; and places we've been.I'm thinking of the 'just us moments'and how, somehow, there just weren't enough of them.I linger about, in these thoughts of mine, reaching through hope, that your absence, doesn't signify, by no stretch of the Imagination, Goodbye.I'm yearning, to gently stroke your face, the way I
love to do; to tenderly brush my lips.against yours; to bury my face, in your chest as you embace me, with a Love, beyond compare.And I make my escape, where only your Arms, can take me.
So, as I Quietly sit captivated in thought, I wonder where are you.For wherever you are, i must 'always' be: to touch and feel you, love you, with heated Passion, that only we two can bare.And on that Note, on a breeze, I will place these thoughts, wrapped in warmth, to find you; and infiltrate your heart, bare-down on your mind; andhave you realize, you are missing the Dance, I Promised you, with my Soul!