whisper some more

To be so bold, with but a whisper on the glass. Life is a funny thing. One day I saw you as distant, noticed, but off set and the next I spent longing for your words I see the progress as mail is downloaded and my breath catches Did you write, did you spare me the suspense? The words I wrote you last, did you feel them? Did you sense my need, my overwhelming urgency to see you to be next to you to touch you? A sweeter stranger I have never known. You are the chill air as I sip my morning coffee and the warmth that that drink gives to my bones. You are the flutter of my heart, as I watch again that movie where the good guy gets the girl. I am left to question my sanity for surely one so lovely and noble would have little need for the likes of me. A peasant I am before you, pleading to bask in the light of your glow. I have written tales unnumbered, but none to such divine inspiration. I think that I understand the hope of the Christians as you have become my Heaven Ecstasy exist for me within your smile. You will not see these words, only the common talk, those trivial words that we use to prove that we can speak, and to hide that which we feel. As I sit across the room, Gazing upon you, upon beauty in form perfected, I wonder where I could fit in your life. But if ever the day comes, the day that you see me as I see you, with your heart know that I will treat it well. I will guard it as my own, holding it gently, protecting it from harm, forever.Not sure where this came from. Well I am, but it's personal right now. And yes, Dennis Pickering, I know that it has neither metre nor rhyme. Written February 28th, 2002 © on Dec 23 2001 12:31 PM PST, DeTavis   18 • 0 • 12