(artwork: "He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not, Frank Morrison)
i miss Love,
the intimacy, the touch,
the embrace, sharing space;
conversations, declarations
of love.
public displays of affection - that
glorious connection
better than the most delightful confection
floating on clouds, unaware of the crowds
that surround us - because there is only
us, when we are together
smiling, just because it’s wonderful to be
in the presence of one who
loves you
i miss Love,
the hush of silence shared, dreams, as yet
undeclared
holding hands, making plans
walks in the park, whispers in the dark
longing gazes, and fiery blazes
of romantic notions
sweetness wrapped in passion, not always
requiring action,
feeling much more than physical attraction
joyful laughter, when all that matters
is being in the presence of one who
loves you
i miss Love,
hands that crave me, thoughts that gave me
wings to fly, to soar on high
eyes that adore me, looking deep into the
core of me –
understanding my essence, and subsequent
acquiescence
to love
knowing me - all of me - and still
accepting me
mornings after, KNOWING that hereafter
I will forever be able to enjoy the
presence of one who
loves me
i miss Love
republished 2015
©2006tonyalbc
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