When shall I see again your face,
My eyes drink in your gentle beauty?
How I long to hear the sound of your voice,
Your words flowing over my soul,
Their music making my spirit dance.
My body craves your magical touch,
The loving caress of your healing hands
Making me whole.
© Les Derbyshire September 2009
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My eyes drink in your gentle beauty? How I long to hear the sound of your voice, Rachel Ann Butler