She sits and thinks of his beautiful face,
How special she felt in his warm embrace.
His soft lips pressed to hers,
The smell of his cologne, the feeling it lures.
The way she had felt when he came to her door,
There had never been another she'd wanted more.
Her hands hot and sticky, her heart beating fast,
They were meant to be, this was meant to last.
His eyes were perfect, his smile was divine,
The flowers in his hands were more than a sign.
Oh how she missed him, the good and the bad,
All the memories shared, the times that they had.
She held his picture to her beating heart,
Once she had him again, they would never part.
The thought of his words brought a smile to her lips,
She remembered everything, even his waist, his hips.
She knew it was love, in her heart and in her soul,
Yes it was love, she was complete, and he made her whole.

©1998 Heidi Lacy


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