My Dearest One,
I miss you as the stars would miss the skies,
as candy would miss the caress of children's hands.
I long to hold you and look deep into your eyes
and see the love that radiates there from your heart.
My presious one, I need to feel your arms enfolding me,
the touch that shelters me from all of sorrow's pain.
With every breath I take I feel my heart beating
like a drum counting the moments until you return.
If I could feel your lips upon by brow and on my cheek
then I would lay me down and dream in perfect sleep.
I love you so.............
Forgive me Love, there's someone at the door.
Yesterday is history, tomorrow just a mystery. And if today is good to me how could I ask for more?
[This message has been edited by Ohme (edited 11-16-1999).]