Whispers from far away...
by:
K. A. Tuhin
When you feel the wind rustle through your hair;
its only my fingertips...
When you taste the sweet juice of a fruit left upon your lips;
its only my kiss...
When your blankets move gently along your body at night;
its only my caress...
When your pillow brushes against your cheek as you stir in your sleep;
its only my lips...
When you feel a warm shiver up your spine;
its only my touch...
When you hear the rain drumming out a sweet lullaby to you;
its only my voice...
When the moonlight lay across your beautiful body in the darkest hours
before the dawn;
its only me...
I miss you my love.