I Look For Her
In the quiet moonlight last night,
I wandered my imagination,
through the maple tops,
in a dense forest,
where I made myself feel her presence.
I would wander for hours,
through the valley of my own
recreating all the steps would
bring her into my arms.
In sweet recall would I her cheek,
a tease with light fingers tap,
a hello of an erotic nature,
the sensuality of our lives
shared moments like these I think.
I might as you with my eyes
touch my soul and forever lay
upon my madness, covet my fear
to allow our lives to meld as one,
might I touch you there again.
I did wander by her this moonlit eve,
she would soft remind my love is you.