BREATHLESS


These thoughts of you

Come into view

Quietly, as I sit.

I see your face

Feel your embrace

Taste this perfect fit.

I sense you strength

Reach to your length

Become a part of it.

Your eyes, their hues

Your smile, so you

Breathless, I admit.

You fill my mind

Cares left behind

Visions, I can't quit.

Within my thoughts

This heart has sought

Quietly, as I sit.

Cathleen Blome

Copyright 2002, Publisher: International Library of Poetry

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