Her

With the thought of her
grows a smile upon my now childish face.

With the mention of her name
hart burning emotions begin to arise.

With the scent of her perfume
my attention is drawn to her.

With the sight of her
I become motionless and numb at her beauty.

With the sound of her voice
I can feel the blood in my veins begin to warm and race within me.

With her eyes cast upon me
I as though a child I know not what to say or do.

With her touch
I know the softness of the clouds within heaven above.

With her kiss
one would have to know it, to miss it.
----Mark '99

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