My passions awake me every morning.
Waiting, yearning, hoping to see him.
Him with the ice blue eyes,
Him with the cool touch.
To want him with me always.
To have his arms wrapping me up so tight,
Like the strong wild vines of the jungle.
Does he really love me?
Or is he just infatuated with me.
He intrigues me like a good mystery.
And when I am lying down to sleep I think, "I love him"
And pray to see him again.
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Passion
RandomI wrote this poem about two months after I started dating my husband. He was my god send, helping me through a rough time, standing by me no matter what. I knew I found my soulmate when I looked into his eyes.
