by Joel L. Reid
Her loveliness fills his waking hours,
And her tender arms haunt his troubled dreams.
Her voice is a fountain of the sweetest waters,
And her breath, the kiss of angels.
The tone of her skin, the scent of her hair,
The color of her lips in a brightly lit room,
And the softness of her careless touch,
All are memories etched into his soul.
His longing heart races at the sound of her name,
And his emptiness is complete without her.
He counts the minutes until their hearts are one,
And each minute lost is his eternal regret.