"hands"

I sit here looking down
yet my eyes have not seen
my hands shake with passion missed so long
longing but, your hands are not there before mine
the flowers have wilted and died
oh why cant i look into those eyes
O' I cry for a day
O' i cry to just feel your presence again
to hear your warm tender voice touch my ears
Your smile to warm my heart and make it race away
filling me with such nerves that I cant find the words
So, I smile and see you blush
O' how cute you looked
Such a feeling is this
Yet  O'look at me sit
alone with empty loving hands
holding my head and full of tears
I cant hold back anymore
your my passion
my light to guide me through the dark
Your hand upon my hand again
So sweet, O' how i take for granted your touch
what i would give to turn back the time
to see you again
to just feel you once more
to touch your skin
to look deep in your eyes
to hear you laugh one more time
Your smile, Your blush, Your Freckles &
Your Love

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

A kind and beautiful poem. The days when a warm hand, a smile and to be able to look into the eyes of a love. No better a day. Description and story was very good. Thank you.
Coyote

[We are young.]

I really like this one.