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 poem flowed very nicely and your emotions pored out. Excellent!
Nothing is as grand as love that is returned. Great piece...I enjoyed it very much. Regards Pete
.............................this is truly lovely Mary, thank you
imagination is free to run, it takes us into there arms and allows us to linger there knowing there's nothing we rather do.We know our thoughts are only reflecting the loving hopes of our heart because whenever they wander, they always take us to the one we love..... God bless you always! Hugs, Rommel
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++
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Oh, Mary, I felt like this so recently. I won't go into what's happened since then but your beautiful poem strikes a chord in me.