Hopes and fears, wants and dreams tangled in a blur.
Searing veins, happy smile, twirling train of thought.
Unmistaking blue-green eyes; sweet, steady lure.
Peaceful, loving pleasure not to be forgot.
In pulsing, rushing floods, memory returns.
Fleeting precious moments; the blood within me burns.
Reaching out, I place your tender hands in mine;
Feelings when I see you are hard to define.
Copyright © Beth Watkins | Year Posted 2012