The thoughts you had when I revealed my love,
The color of the morning I'm thinking of,
The words you spoke into my wondering eyes,
The perfume of your love that money can't buy,
The shape of your lips when they've just been kissed,
None of these things about you exist
But without them neither do I.
------- Author's Notes -------
The almost impossible to grasp meaning of love.
Comments on this poem/writing:
Click here to read other Poems by Webster
Copyright©2018-1999 by Rebecca R. Hammack
COPYRIGHT NOTICE: All Rights Reserved. No part of this website, including all pictures and written words, may be reproduced or copied in any manner from this website without permission of the original author of the work. All poetry and pictures herein remain the sole property of the original author and/or copyright owner. All poetry on this website has been submitted by the original author of the work. To contact any author of the work please e-mail: email@example.com so the proper person may be notified.