Awe - Poem by Perry Campanella
It may only be virtuality, but to me,
when I pick-up where I left off...
from that poem journal you sent,
Why; My dreamy eyes see yours...
Your voice so soothing as I read
verse after verse, crystal clear
each syllable I hear...
I picture you on my pillow, dear...
The words I want to tell you, I'm reading,
this ink I'm touching did flow so, ...
colorful and from your pen, I'm all aglow...
How you knew the right words I'm feeling,
as I read along, I'd truly like to know...
No one thing nor anyone has ever effected me,
quite this way, this imagery your words paint, ...
I feel 'faint, ' my heart is pounding as I long for,
more of your sweet expressions that come...
through each rhyming poem...
I'm full of your lovely passions,
I mark your words, in 'awe, ' feeling all...
I set these covers together, rest a little love,
This starts over, as I reach to pick up your call.
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