Thursday, May 3, 2012

You move me

Like the wind crossing the top of the tall grass of the field
Your spirit moves through me
Like the sound of children laughing in a park
Your joy moves me
Your scent is beautiful and allures me
There is no one I prefer to be with more
You move me
More than anyone
I long to be with you forever in that place
Where the grass is tall
The scent of honeysuckle fills the air
And we will embrace
Together there