A normal day, I think not, when I am away from you. This is when my heart races and I talk too much with my eyes. Who sees the places that wake up the world when I walk beside you? Even ancient stars stare subtlety in silence at the easy way my thoughts exude sweet memories of you.
Where are the little rooms where flowers blossom when I look into the looking glass that whispers love travels between you and me? Why is it when I look into the back of my mind I find I am drinking in the essence of you until I am filled with a happiness full of color that takes my breath away.
A normal day, I think not, when I am away from you. Shade may cover the sun but the memory of your eyes sings the light back to me. My beloved, the mere mention of your name on my lips takes away any restless shadows that try and pass into my heart you see.
You are inside of me as love splashed on the canvas of my day. It makes no difference if my hand touches your own. A normal day, I think not, when I am away from you, but I know, I am never alone.
ohhhh, from a wellspring of endless love comes a seeming pinnacle of expression released through eyes focused on the purity of candle flicker, reflecting back a heart true and beloved in equal measure, for there are unions that can never be broken, i think.
such beauty in the nimbleness of your pen, neva. [sigh]
My goodness. If I was ever written anything like this...
I would be strutting around through life like George Jefferson.
This is lovely, stunning, elegant work.
Awwwww Neva, this I believe is my favorite. I can so relate.
When your in love with that special someone, and you are apart no matter how long, we are truly never alone. Always within out hearts and mind.
This was amazingly beautiful and heartfelt.
The ending was awesome girl.
I wish I could think of this every time I part him. Even if we are not phyiscally with someone we love, they are always inside us, in our heart and mind.
This describes that feeling/thought perfectly.
Well done~
A most lovely and melodic tribute to truest love. You have captured the feeling and emotion so effortlessly, the words just seem to pulse and sing with a life of their own. Pure magic!
like fresh warm bread waiting for the sweetest butter inside its delectable body ~ enwrapping expressions of devotion with well coated hints of sensuality~
Hello, I am Neva, 4i, from Atlanta, Georgia.
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