My thoughts wander through the past to a time of long ago when I was yours and you were mine and we were alone. Just to touch your face with my hands would be enough for me not having our love spied upon by others.
To hold your hand and walk along the beach letting the ocean wash our cares away. To be able to talk openly of our love and laugh and cry together. Letting our souls meet again the way they did when we first loved. Not feeling as if our spirit is being smothered.
My heart looks forward to a time when we will share again. A quiet moment in the sun, or a Sunday afternoon curled up on the couch watching stupid old movies. Just enjoying our quiet time together when neither needs to talk and we bask in our love for one another.