You are the poem I was longing to write,
Words,well chosen, never contrite.
The lines we compose, just every day,
Make us both happy, in so many ways. Our thoughts and words, no need to discuss day by day,
For our deeds and responses, will always obey.
Precious bonds in our hearts, will never be broken, For time and distance are merely token.
You are the poem of each cold night,
To warm my heart and make each day bright.
You are the words in my head each day,
Composing the many things, I’m longing to say.
If you are the poem and I am the pen, Together, bonded through distance and time,
Emotions we feel over again. From cold early mornings and the years gone by,
To future warm kisses,bodies and minds, can never deny.
You walked through my dreams, often times lost, I reached for your hand as our paths crossed. You played the strings of my heart without mercy, feelings, sublime,