THOUGHTS WHILE THE INK WAS DRYING

THOUGHTS WHILE THE INK WAS DRYING

The day just past my head was filled with you,
Inside the realm of thoughts that keep and hold
A common goal, what else was I to do
But sit and smile as lambs do in the fold.

For when you come and near yourself to me
I feel the lonely wait well worth the time,
For with my eyes I wish for you to see
And do extend my hand and heart to thine.

Your feeling touch it warms me, flames my soul
To warmth of lovers loving life, and you
With the beauty found within the whole
Of things to share, I'd like with you to do.

The theme these words have woven true, I wish
For you to know I feel them like a kiss.