My Wandering Mind

As the midnight hour
Descends upon my world
My mind wanders to the
Place is often visits

The man of my dreams
The feel of his touch
His soft lips on mine
The sense of his love

I close my eyes and there he is
In all his shinning glory
calling to me
with arms opened wide

I don't know how he did it
Captured my heart so easily
I thought I put walls of steel around it
But he broke through them as if they never existed

*THIS POEM IS COPY RIGHTED*