Enough light to see the path; enough courage to take the step; enough sense to enjoy the walk; enough company to share the time.

Saturday, March 17, 2012

Resonance

The scent of you 
  is still on my fingertips, 
  in my hair 
  It hangs around me softly, 
  like a comfortable old shirt 
  patient enough to let me wear it still. 

The image of you 
  is still on my mind, 
  in my eyes 
  it’s said a thing of beauty 
  is a joy for ever and ever and 
  (I think it was Keats) 

The touch of you 
  lingers on my skin, 
  in my heart 
  Will it hurt if you go?
  Suppose so—I suppose,
  But you’d always have been worth it. 



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    1. Ah, Romance, eh? Thank you, Ruth. It means a lot to get your comment—XO K:)

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