| Watching the dawn feels like touching every inch of your body. Feeling the soft autumn breeze is like running my fingers through your hair. Witnessing the sunset equals the memory of making love to you. Inhaling the fresh air feels like tasting your delicious tongue. |
Who am I? |
| I am the witty, funny geek, The listener, advisor, friend, Who in the corner of her mouth Carries truth and never bends. I am the comfort of the sun, It's radiating from my eyes, More so when they look at you, With honesty, and mesmerized. I am the one whose soul connects To the one I dearly miss, The soothing feeling of "together," And moments of undeniable bliss. I am the one with whom you're dancing, The one who used to make you smile, Who held you close when it was time For us to cry and say goodbye. I am the one whose hand you're holding Walking down the city streets. Never letting go of my hand, Babe, not even in your sleep. I am your personal admirer Of your beauty, skill and heart. Of all that which defines your glory I still wish to be a part. I am the one who gave love meaning, Touched you deeply, body, soul, Made you make love for the first time, Taught you how to lose control. I am the one who does remember Every laugh and every smile, Each of your little boys' "I love you"s, And every second of every while. I am the one you fell for hard, And more than that, my love, my friend. Just close your eyes and picture us, A true love that will never end. I am the one who sang of home, A safety that engulfed us both, Which is why I rushed to defend The wondrous happiness of "us." I'm not the sum of my mistakes, Nor of my flaws and silent fear. I am the strength that stops the tears Each time I miss and want you near. Now, look at me and see the true me, Adding up all of the above, Am I still not your home, your future? Am I still not the one you love? |
| © November 2010, DocCovington |
Those Big Brown Eyes
Touched by the Moon
The One
Be mine
Only Time
The Necklace
Hey, Sunshine! :)
How I miss You
The Union
The Meaning of Shelter
Who Am I?
The Beauty of You
Simplicity
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