Patient Yearnings

Taking your trembling hand in mine

I let you know without words

That I am here, patient and loving.

My heart is full as I outline the beauty

That is you with my adoring eyes.

Longing to touch you, yearning for

The sweetness of your lips, the scent

Of your passion, I stand resolute.

The distance that surrounds us will

Never fully keep us apart for even now,

I can feel as our souls touch;

Caressing, enfolding, commingling

Until it is impossible to see where

The friendship ends and the

Love begins.

April 6, 1999

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