dear little,

i adore each waking moment i spend in your arms, and i am never prouder than when i can stand by your side with my hand in yours and let the world see us together. thank you for everything, my darling.


Touch

i am drawn out of my troubled reverie into a dream
far sweeter, by a gentle, insistent pulling sensation
fingers tugging my hand to wrap around it [tight]
--the heat your touch infuses through my body increased by the
warmth of your smile

~~~

it never ceases to amaze me that
my head against your chest
and your arms around my soul
are all i really need to feel
beautifulsafeprotectedadored:
your eyes are the most flattering mirror in the universe

~~~

[there can be no liquor, no drug more intoxicating than
the smell of your hair; and there is no poetry to describe
the tender sweetness of your face pressed to my hands, and
your warmth upon my back]

February 6, 2008



Poetry by WildGoose
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Written on 2008-04-15 at 04:08

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signed.
oh hai, lover =D
2008-04-19


SecretWords The PoetBay support member heart!
:O

Im actually sick of love-poems

But I think you cured me of that
2008-04-17



Welcome back with this most delicate and delightful text!
2008-04-17


Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
beautiful and romantic writing, thank you

Elle x
2008-04-15


lastromantichero The PoetBay support member heart!
by any standards this is an amazing love poem and ibook mark it welcome to the bay rgds Mike
2008-04-15


Amir
WG - I love last four lines, and read more than 13 times. Superb way of description and expressions of feeling.

there can be no liquor, no drug more intoxicating than
the smell of your hair; and there is no poetry to describe
the tender sweetness of your face pressed to my hands, and
your warmth upon my back.

Thanks,. Amir
2008-04-15