Sunday, 28 February 2010



His soul,

His passion,

What makes him work.

Beauty way beyond the physical.

His sensitive nature and his reactions.

The way he touches me.

In every way I can be touched.

My calming influence,

From the inside out.

I quake and tremble,

My breath gets heavier,

My limbs soft and weak.

My eyes close as if in some way I can see you there.

What you hear moves me.

It cuts me,

Weakening my soul and all its defenses.

Wondering hows the Gods will ever match us.

You are not forgotten.

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