Friday, March 27, 2009

Your touch is warm, like the love I bear for you.
But my hands are cold, as I wait alone.
I want to hold you, to feel you near me.
Your breath on my cheek. But I am alone.
I hear your voice in my head, as sweet as birdsong.
If I could, I would whisper in your ear how much I love you.
How much I care...But I can't.