Dust and Dreams-A Journey
For Peter......(Love)
I can still smell your scent, …
It is intoxicating….
I can still feel your lips on mine,
Your hands as they gently embrace my arm,
The tenderness that fills my heart,
When you brush a stray hair,
From off of my face…
The feel of your embrace,
If only within my mind..
The way that your eyes,
With their gentle emotion,
Tell me without words,
What you are feeling,
The sight of your smile,
A thing of true beauty,
The profile of your soul,
Etched in your tenderness,
The feel of your hand in mine,
Reassuring me with no words,
The sound of your voice,
Sexy, yet tender,
The feel of your heart,
Beating beneath my hair,
The joy of finding,
This wonderful man………
Who makes my heart sing…….
Copyright 2002
Cristine M. DiMario
It is intoxicating….
I can still feel your lips on mine,
Your hands as they gently embrace my arm,
The tenderness that fills my heart,
When you brush a stray hair,
From off of my face…
The feel of your embrace,
If only within my mind..
The way that your eyes,
With their gentle emotion,
Tell me without words,
What you are feeling,
The sight of your smile,
A thing of true beauty,
The profile of your soul,
Etched in your tenderness,
The feel of your hand in mine,
Reassuring me with no words,
The sound of your voice,
Sexy, yet tender,
The feel of your heart,
Beating beneath my hair,
The joy of finding,
This wonderful man………
Who makes my heart sing…….
Copyright 2002
Cristine M. DiMario
