Face

In the morning, 

when I awake, 

I think of you, 

until its late. 

I think of you 

until I go 

to bed. 

And when I dream,

I dream of you. 

The only thing,

I think to do.

The only thoughts 

that enter,

in my head. 

I trace your lips, 

with finger tips, 

I brush your hair 

with heavens care. 

My breath upon 

your naked neck,

I kiss your face.

I only dream, 

to be awake, 

and ease the pain, 

reduce the ache, 

until I once 

again

share

your embrace.