LOVE IS
The silence between us when we need no words
The fleeting touch that says "I'm here"
The sound of your breathing in the night
The hole in the world when you're not here.
LOVE IS
The crinkle in your smile
The touch of your lips on mine
You hand reaching out for mine
My pain when you're sad.
LOVE IS
Not counting the years
But wondering where they have gone
The clinging fear that there is not enough time
To really tell you how much you mean to me.
LOVE IS
NOW
DESPITE THE PAIN
OF KNOWING
THAT THIS WON'T LAST
FOE EVER
DOUG.
YOU ARE READING
Semicolon
PoetrySemicolon - Where the author could've ended the sentence but decided to keep going. The author is you and the sentence is your life.
