Welcome To Sunday
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
There Is Only one way to say...
I Love You..
But there are thousands of ways to demonstrate..
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
There Is Only one way to say...
I Love You..
But there are thousands of ways to demonstrate..
Enjoy...Steve...Aka..."The Old Sea Dog...2000...©