My Love

My love has left and still he is here
I can't reach out and touch him
But his warmth and loving is still with me
Memory of his touch and kisses
Linger on my lips and body
An overwhelming peace pervades
And wraps me in it's gentle arms
I hate to leave this sense of love
To think of returning to the cold world
That speaks of  pain and cruelty
So here I sit in the dark and linger
Unwilling to join and become part of the world
Instead I let the gentle waves
Of spent passion surround me
I will return when I must
But a part  of me will stay behind
To remind me of his gift of love
 

               Lynda Leigh (c)

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