Senses. Poem by Owain Glyn

When you place your hand, in mine
I lose all sense
Of space
And time.
I feel sweet electricity,
Which flows
And courses,
All through me.

And when I gaze into your eyes,
For me, it comes
As no surprise.
That I am lost,
I'm all at sea,
You navigate
Each port for me.
You guide me, ever carefully.

When I hear your soft, sweet voice,
It's just as if,
I have no choice.
I can,
But trust
The melody,
That touches,
And caresses me.

All I am,
All that I'll be,
All the very best in me.
Rests within
Your very soul,
Without you, love,
I am not whole.
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Owain Glyn