Poem for her 435

Dear Readers,


Soothing

The touch of your fingers in mine
The sighs you make when I say I love you
The sighs you make when you sip hot tea
The scent of mint in the air
The scent of the flowers on the table
Drawing them into little piles of color
The days when you smile at me
The nights when my fingers touch yours
The dawn as it's light filters through the panes
The color of your eyes sparkling
The touch of your belt loops in my fingers
The moment I see you after a bit away
The sound of your voice
The touch of your lips
The light you bring my day


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.