Poetry: Is it real?

Your eyes are embedded in my heart,

the sound of your voice is the blood rushing through my veins.

When I feel the soft touches of your finger tips upon my skin like ghostly kisses ...

I close my eyes and a smile appears on my face.

And if you stumble I will catch you,

and if you fall I will help you up,

if you hestitate I will be standing there patiently ... waiting for you.

'Cause you are worth it all,

you are worth all the pain, all the vain and all the longing...

You are the air I breathe,

You are the light that brightens up my inner darkness ...

You are my little angel and you catch me when I stumble,

You help me up when I fall,

and when I hestitate you are the one standing there patiently ... waiting for me.

Am I worth it all?

All the pain? All the vain and all the longing?

Just give me no answer with words ...

show me what you want ... show me how you feel ...

show me that it is not a mere dream - show me it is real!

copyright: J.E. Wilson

It is very open ... I know ... perhaps you like it.