Poetry

Tell me - is it you who I feel when
I wake in the night?
The hands that caress me
while I sleep - are they your hands?
I feel lips brush mine
pulling away before I can press mine
to them, teasing me.
Fingers run through my hair,
disappearing as I reach
to hold them.
And I open my eyes to silence
and darkness.... yet I still
feel your warmth
as it enwraps me and I know
it's you.
I know your touch.
I know your feelings.
And I know your love.

I'll always be there when you need me
for you I'll do all I can
I'll be your shoulder when you cry
I'll be your loving man
I'll always lend an ear or hand
I'll help in any way
I'll bring you flowers,sweet surprises
to brighten up your day
I'll whisper softly in your ear
Hold you close and tight
I'll always keep you safe and warm
and make you feel alright
but mainly what I'll always show
in everything I do
I'll show you all the loving
that I have inside for you.

In hours waking of the dawn,
feelings from my heart are spawn
they spring to life for only one
and live each day as just begun
they hold as sacred every breath
for endless time with no regret
and forever will they be alive
until the very day I die.