I linger in the door way
To listen to what you say.
To watch you become like grace
And see the light glisten on your face.
To feel the adrenaline rush from our last touch
And the worry of loving you too much.
To imagine the warmth of our next embrace
And hear your words of love blown in the wind like purple lace.
To see your eyes watch me as I go
And to know that our passion will continue to flow.
