From my poetry notebook…This Ain’t Shakespeare.
Artwork by Tatyana Ilieva
You’re the medley of every slow song,
That sings to my soul.
You’re the breeze as it moves silently through the trees,
Whispering into my ears.
You’re the waves of the ocean as they crash over my body,
Leaving me tingling as they slide back to regain momentum.
You touch me on so many different levels.
Your presence soothes me.
Your arms calm me as they hold me close.
Knowing you are near, whether in the same room,
Or just outside the door,
Comforts and eases my mind.
Your smile of happiness, your eyes filled with love,
Tell me what I need to hear.
Your heart beating into my ear, as I lie against your chest,
Speaks to my own heart.
Burying my face into your pillow,
After you’ve left.
Your warmth still lingers,
Bringing a smile to my face.
If this day were to be my last
I’d be thankful that you had shared your love with me.