YOUR EYES

touched by your eyes across the room
a smile that brightens my soul
never has this weakness come over me
it is as if like a moth
drawn to a flame
I would wither in the ecstasy
of your presence
rather than continue alone

to feel your touch
to know your friendship
or just to quietly sit near you
feeling your energy
this would be enough for me
never have to keep you or tether
for your spirit soars so free

I do not know what could make me happier
never have I known pure joy
to revel in the beauty of your sighs
breathing your breath
touching your hand
more than what is now I am afraid to imagine
your kisses so gentle
drive to my soul
and I want more
yet am content with just this ....