FIVE SENSES OF LOVE
I hear you when you cry,At the first drop that hits the ground,
I feel it when you jump,
Startled by the flash from the lightning,
I see it in your eyes,
Dark and sad like the clouds that fill the sky,
I touch you lightly,
Yet your body trembles with every crash of thunder,
I taste your rain,
As it pours down upon my face,
With your head on my shoulder,
You hold me tighter with a strength I didn't know you had,
You are frozen in my grasp, Molded in ice,
Every feature, Every tear, Every sigh,
Every breath you take belongs to me,
As I belong to you, Till another storm comes.
Richard E, Cartledge PHOENIX
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