Perhaps
Sit quietly, lift you face
Feel my love, it's warm embrace
Inch your fingers, close to touch
Perhaps a grace...
Shift softly, tilt your face
See my eyes, their warm embrace
Inch your body, close to touch
Perhaps a glance...
Sigh peacefully, caress your face
Touch my lips, their warm embrace
Inch your heart, close to touch
Perhaps a glimmer...
Leave slowly, drop your face
Ignore my plea, it's desperate embrace
Inch your feet, far to touch
Perhaps a grace, glance, glimmer...
...Is too much
Copyright © Germaine Elliott | Year Posted 2012
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