A poem I wrote a long time ago
I can almost feel his breath tease my hair
As I sleep upon his shoulder.
I cry aloud for it's not fair;
I wish to be anywhere,
Anywhere with him.
I know the moments slowly pass
And yet to me it does not matter.
I'll sit here and wait and cry
For I know
My soul and body long for his touch
My spine tingles with the rush
My mind and soul are incomplete
Until the moment in which we meet.