And steal your breath
I swear will be
The death of me
To hold your stare
Whilst there before us
Others glare
Oblivious of the love
We share
To feel your fingers
Through my hair
A stray wisp
Pushed aside my face
And on my cheek
Your lips doth grace
As gentle as a feathers touch
Will surely be a feat too much
To see a smile purview your eyes
A sadness there that woe implies
To watch remorseful as you part
I stand forlorn with heavy heart.
2011 © LH
