Your Presence

by Tiffany   Dec 7, 2004


As you talk to me...
I smile, listening to your words.
A melody plays as I see you walk.
My cheeks become rosy pink.

Every snowflake falls to the ground.
I fall to and for you more and more.
I catch myself thinking of you often.
Wishing to tell you someday my feelings.

I want to hear your voice.
With the piano playing beside me.
Sweeping me off my feet.
To another world where your voice echoes wide and clear.

Never stop talking to me please.
No need to stand by my side.
As long as I can forever hear you.
It keeps me going.

Your every touch is soft and gentle.
It keeps me warm inside.
It stops my worry and sadness.
Maybe it really is you and only you.

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  • 19 years ago

    by Ann Stareyes

    Tiffany, Beautiful poem. Well done! lol

  • 19 years ago

    by Scaleeski

    LOVE IT..

    Chris