by Bob Dougherty
your wish becomes my search
I sense your every stirring
your nearness soothes my mind
we feel without our touching
your look can tell me all
I know you by your scent
yet you are my heart’s terror
when your storm clouds are rent
your wish becomes my search
I sense your every stirring
your nearness soothes my mind
we feel without our touching
your look can tell me all
I know you by your scent
yet you are my heart’s terror
when your storm clouds are rent