Awe

It may only be virtuality, but to me, when I pick-up where I left off... from that poem journal you sent, Why: My dreamy eyes see yours... Your voice so soothing as I read verse after verse, crystal clear it’s as if each syllable I hear, I picture you on my pillow, dear... These words I want to tell you, I'm reading, this ink as sunshine I'm touching did flow so... colorful from your pen, this day I'm all aglow, how you knew these right words I'm feeling... as I read along, I'd truly like to know... No one thing nor anyone has ever effected me, quite this way, this imagery your verse paints ... I feel 'faint, ' my heart is pounding as I long for, more of your sweet expressions that come... through each rhyming poem, I'm full of your lovely passions, I mark your words, in 'awe, ' feeling all... I set these covers together, rest a little love, all starts over, as I reach to pick up your call