John Henry Gillin

Untitled - Poem by John Henry Gillin

My hart gros heavy with anticipation.
Waiting for another encounter.
A call a message - a smile your touch.

When our near, I smile.
Your my happines my grace.
You make me feel like a million bucks

Your smile bring a glow
Warms a room, my hart.
Soft warm, a gental touch of my soul.

Voice of an angel wise and caring.
A sound that allows no fear.
A resson to listen and hang on for every word.

A stare that see's all, knows all
Abillity to see my hart for me
You know me for me.

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, December 11, 2011

Poem Edited: Sunday, December 11, 2011

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