Love Poem 0698

06/98

                    
                 Thou with a smile so sweet.
                 Have we not yet meet?
                 Thy name I shall not speak
                 for my knees would grow weak.
                 My heart must have skipped several beats
                 gazing at thee from head to feet.
                 Thy long hair crashing down on thy shoulders,
                 brushing softly against thy face.
                 One look into thy baby blues
                 I am helplessly dazed.
                 Thy eyes, oh how I love
                 for them to dance with mine.
                 Thy skin is soft as a rose petal,
                 as radiant as a mid day’s sunshine.
                 Thou art so close, yet so far.
                 Had I one wish to wish upon a star--
                 in thy arms is where I’d want to be.
                 For now I can only kiss the air
                 that lately kissed thee
             
                                    
                               Copyright © 1998 R.H. Young