The wait until we next touch seems interminable,
an ache at my center bringing a deep longing
for the fullness that we know when together.
Apart, we feel each other’s words and thoughts …
Like the sympathetic vibration of guitar strings
we share the same sensations,
revel in responding to subtle nuances
during our personal interactions.
We long to be close, touch,
side-by-side dream lover’s dreams.
Drifting off to sleep with your head on my shoulder,
awakening to soft kisses over a common mug of coffee.
Our longing – like our love – continues to mature and
be refined with a purity of purpose.
Separated by miles or holding hands,
our love stands alone as we speak
heart to heart.
9 responses so far ↓
Koeksuster // August 15, 2007 at 11:27 am
Dis so mooi…
Waar is Da Mario???
Wat het jy met hom gedoen??
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René Boshoff // August 15, 2007 at 2:44 pm
Oe la la - nog beautifull woorde!!! Stunning…
oopkop // August 15, 2007 at 5:04 pm
As jy so aanhou gaan ek dalk net begin glo in liefde en al daai true love crap. Stoppit!
kokkewiet // August 16, 2007 at 9:06 am
Ooooo, wanneer gaan ek weer so kan voel. Ek kan nie wag nie!
skoenlapr // August 16, 2007 at 9:07 am
i love u big
i love u small
i love u sommer emmers vol!!
gedig deur … skoenlapr
Roer // August 16, 2007 at 10:16 am
Jy’s nie veronderstel om die viagra soos smarties te eet nie!
mona // August 16, 2007 at 10:43 pm
Ons gaan jaloers raak! Jy is omtrent in die 7de hemel, of hoe?
My Kop Op 'n Blok! // August 17, 2007 at 8:02 am
Lees ek verkeerd: Seperated by miles AND holding hands, toe klink dit vir my na wensdendery of w.. nee kom ons los dit liewer daar.
Dellie // August 17, 2007 at 3:06 pm
Dis pragtig, ek voel sommer jou woorde!
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