Friday, December 07, 2007

morning poem: Cat's Cradle of lovely strings

My thirst, my love is only for you
I awake each day and my first thought
Is how may I be able to make her
feel the most special

Your tender kiss when you know I
Feel bad, your subtle thoughts
That you give me, when you think
I am not paying attention

I hold you dearly, clinging to each of your
Words. All I can do is miss you when you
Are not here not home in my arms,
caressing your skin.

Your more than I could have ever imagined
Your more than I feel I could possibly
Deserved. For this I love you with every
fiber of my being.

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