His. Poem by Cindy Wright

Talking to him brings a peace of mind,
though not every day, thoughts are shared
over space and time,
Two years gone by seems but a day,
Each time we talk, I only wish he could stay.
My heart has been captured, it's all in a whirl
Eyes can not hide from him that I am forever his girl.
My soul his owns, in his hands he holds my heart delicately
molding and shaping me, he helps me feel alive
From a scared little girl to the woman hidden inside.
The wild cat captured, instantly tame upon his gazing eyes.
His voice soothing and dancing in my mind, with him
finally at peace. I am his.
~~CindaSue~~