I've imagined kissing your lips, at least a thousand times.
Remembering the essence and the delectable taste of wine.
Your caress is one of solicitude, so gentle and so sweet.
I'm enchanted by your eyes and your presence makes me weak.
We've been apart so long, yet you have never left my mind.
I close my eyes and think of you, so nonchalant, so smooth, so fine.
I remember your slender body, shimmering in the moonlight.
Your dulcet voice passing through my ears, makes me yearn to hold you tight.
Will there ever be a sweeter love or will there ever be a love as sweet,
As the love I feel and must conceal whenever you are near me?
Will I ever meet a man as amiable as the one that used to be mine?
Will I ever be albe to let go of you, so nonchalant, so smooth, so fine?
I must be candid in what I say to let you know it is all truth.
I must be honest when I let you know, I'll never stop loving you.
Written By: Tonya C. Lewis
Saturday, May 23, 2009
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