Poem for her 276

Dear Readers,


Sighs

The whispered bit of breath
Flowing out the soft lips
As she says my name
As she opens the lips
Softly to say
I love you
As she sees a new flower bud
As she feels the cold dew
On her toes the sigh says
So much
So much more than a word
So much
That I want to hear every one
That escapes her lips
The soft sigh of morning
The soft sigh of evening
Every soft sigh that she has
I want them all in my ear
I want to hold each one a long long time
I want her always and forever


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.