33) You are my Gift
When you give me a giftIt's your care I receive not the thing
When you give me a hand
Is the touch that makes a difference in my life
When you ring me and call
I hear your soul that's speaking but not your voice
When you look me in the eye
I see a man so delightful unaware of how black they are
When you walk with me
It's your shadow I seek and ignore my stride
When you hug me as your breathe
It's your perfume am wearing removing mine
When you send me sms
It's my heart that's replying not the text.
When you steal a kiss
My lips are trying to feel it best
Everything you offer is sweet
Starting with joy
Ending with relief
Because I have been waiting for you so long in every dream
And God with his kindness sent you at last my dear
Poetry by Amanda K
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Written on 2006-12-18 at 06:59
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