Your Beautiful Soul
You're with me always.
My mind finds you
again and again
and always returns
to your picture.
I hold your image dear.
Each night,
I lay awake
for long hours,
replaying every word
you said.
I wish I could
go to you,
wish I could
hold you,
and touch
your beautiful soul
the way that you've
touched mine.
My mind finds you
again and again
and always returns
to your picture.
I hold your image dear.
Each night,
I lay awake
for long hours,
replaying every word
you said.
I wish I could
go to you,
wish I could
hold you,
and touch
your beautiful soul
the way that you've
touched mine.
Labels: love poems

