Heartfelt Sigh ....

originally posted to poetry.com ... my first;

The room - empty ... 
No one there ... 
My eyes - close; 
her fragrance a depth I inhale ... 
a sense of need ... 
gently, coursing gently with my pulse ... Ahhhhh, she is here! 
Her perfume ... lingers ..., 
and wafts, oh, so lightly. ... in the air ... 
I close my eyes, and (sigh) she is there. 
The scent brings warm, inciteful memories; 
calm, but moving tingles. 
She is my love, but she is not here ... 
my eyes - so slowly open ... 
my lips - so gently smile ... 
my heart - so warmly buoyed ... 
my love - so much my love ... 
my thoughts - such warm memories ... 
my life - so rich from her.