The Thought Of You
And I Cringe
With An Abstract Delight
Of Lost Feelings
The Touch Of You
And I Crave
You
And Your Ever Being
The Taste Of You
As Our Lips
Intertwine
In A Passion
Of Lost Words
And Speechlessness
The Sight Of You
And I Lose All
Cares
Of The Afflicted
The Sweetness Of Joy
That Sucks Me Dry
Like A Leech
To A Vein
The Love Of You
That Drives
Me Crazy
But Keeps Me Sane
The Nearness Of You
When I’ve Reached
Out Certain Hands
And Others Have
Held Less
The Belief Of You
That I’d Rather
Dream
Than Let It Be Picturesque