Post by DavidMc on Aug 28, 2006 11:32:26 GMT -6
Affection.
It’s not great displays
Of affection that move me,
Or the pondering of existential
Matters that brings the sorrow
What moves me is the way
You brush your hair,
And sorrow comes with
Knowledge, you will not be there,
Tomorrow
Life is simple,
We complicate the script;
Missing moments of the commonplace,
Searching for secrets
Of each others hearts,
Locked within a beautiful face
We stroke each other as we pass,
Blissful with the sense of touch,
It’s these little things that we amass,
That ultimately mean so very much.
It’s not great displays
Of affection that move me,
Or the pondering of existential
Matters that brings the sorrow
What moves me is the way
You brush your hair,
And sorrow comes with
Knowledge, you will not be there,
Tomorrow
Life is simple,
We complicate the script;
Missing moments of the commonplace,
Searching for secrets
Of each others hearts,
Locked within a beautiful face
We stroke each other as we pass,
Blissful with the sense of touch,
It’s these little things that we amass,
That ultimately mean so very much.
