I'm sitting here and you are sitting there,
You're telling me what's happened since we met,
And I am happy for I love to share
All aspects of your busy life. And yet -
Rebellious fingers yearn to stroke your face,
Rebellious mind strays from your argument
And dwells instead on thoughts of your embrace
And memories of what our kisses meant.
I try to concentrate, but cannot find
Much aptitude for logic when you're near.
Oh, darling, surely you can read my mind?
You're sitting there and I am sitting here
Just longing for the moment when you'll say,
With outstretched arms, 'You're rather far away.'
Your sitting there and i'm sitting here touching you with words, i hope you find my caresses soft to your fine sensibilities.
vivid images creep slowly to imagination as i read through. great work
Great, love it, will add you and keep reading... thanks for sharing
What a beauty this is Mary my lovely....so touching to read...each line deeply felt...thank you for this loving share 10++
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I would like to translate this poem
^_^ The longing getting tough..........and the tough getting pleasure! ! ! I love this drama of behaving.Marvellous writes Mary!