With a pen in hand my paper awaits the words
A need compels me to write her once again, but
This mind of mine wonders and drifts aimlessly
No doubt I'm lost in my thoughts of her this day
Could she be smiling that remarkable smile of hers?
Does she remember the gentle touches of my hand?
Is there a tear meandering down her cheek of rose?
Maybe she misses me and wondering if I miss her
I wonder is she reading a love letter of once before
After she finishes it, does she clutch it to her heart?
Can she be thinking of a time we shared in the past?
When our love started to grow and dreams dreamed.
I wonder what she is doing to pass the time away
Maybe she is daydreaming in a wonderland for lovers
Maybe there might be a whisper gently spoken to me
Sent upon a gentle breeze calling my name, as I hers
So pen in hand, tell her of magic upon this paper
Create my hearts desires upon this paper I now pen
Let this heart speak words she longs to hear by me
I just got to say, "I Love You".
by Richard Lee Cook
Copyright 2011
An SILVERFEATHER Creation