When I Think of Her by Raymond A. Foss
She is so present, visible in my mind’s eye instantly, at the thought of her, the mere whisper of loving memory, fleeting, grand, deep, no matter oh, I see her, feel her, smell her perfume, at the briefest moment of reflection How I long for her to be here, now with me even in this instance How I smile, luxuriate, in the knowledge she will be here soon in my arms once more, holding her sharing today, and tomorrow, and the next eternity with her Oh how happy I am, in love, when I think of her
February 14, 2008
|