Runs slowly down the side of my face,
As I concentrate hard and survey this place.
A tickling sensation as to the ground it drips,
My finger gently touches to silence your lips.
Tis a sultry hot still summers day,
Humidity high and there is nothing to say.
The magic of your colours sufficient to feel,
Just touch my hand to prove this is real.
A static build-up within the air,
Overwhelming emotions to portray the care.
Sight and sound may prove far too much,
For all we need is that gentle touch.
To savour this moment and remember it well,
A snapshot in the mind is where it will dwell.
A sensational emotion on this day we shared,
If the world noticed it would have seen that we cared.
To prove we are alive requires days like this,
Not a word be spoken just a gentle kiss.
For your presence alone my soul will appeal.
For this love I feel is most certainly real.
