Each Passing Day

Each passing day, I close my eyes; inhaling deeply, and slowly breathing out. The thought of you is like a breath of fresh air, gently caressing my body, mind, and soul. Each passing day, I close my eyes; inhaling deeply, and slowly breathing out. The thought of your smell is like the freshness of a flower, waiting to unfold and bloom. Each passing day, I close my eyes; inhaling deeply, and slowly breathing out. The thought of your embrace is like a warm blanket, soft and comforting to my heart. Each passing day, I close my eyes; inhaling deeply, and slowly breathing out. The thought of your butterfly kisses is like a feather, lightly touching my face with tingling sensations. Each passing day, I close my eyes; inhaling deeply, and slowly breathing out. The thought of you is like whispering in my ear, with tender words, sweet and passionately. Each passing day, I close my eyes; inhaling deeply, and slowly breathing out. The thought of you is like reality, I see you, I smell you, I feel you, and I hear you. Written by: Vanessa Huff Jernigan