It is love to look in your eyes, <br />the expanding blue of morning glory <br />clear and soft <br />lives there. <br />the light energy and hunger <br />that explodes from them, upon my vision <br />takes my breath away <br />and I have to avert my eyes sometimes <br />because It seems <br />beauty beholden <br />is too much to behold. <br /> <br />It is love to hear your voice, <br />like the rain falling on palm fronds <br />it soothes and washes over my body <br />my mind <br />kind of the way destiny takes you <br />without your knowing you'd left.. <br />if you only believed. <br /> <br />It is love to feel your hands, <br />strong and secure <br />caressing my body with <br />need and warmth <br />longing and anticipation <br />and I love the way <br />you reach for me <br />to hold my hand <br />playing with my fingers idly <br />while you look at inanimate things <br />in glass cases. <br />(I wasn't sure I told you that) <br /> <br />It is love to see your smile, <br />how you manage to touch <br />not only your eyes, but my heart <br />and the rest of the world with it <br />when I tell you something silly <br />or you are pleased... I will never know. <br />you have no idea <br />of the warmth of love <br />then the heat of passion <br />that radiates through my middle <br />when I look up <br />and see you smiling at me. <br />or perhaps you do... <br /> <br />I want you my Love <br />with those eyes that shine desire <br />and that voice which emits moans at my touch <br />with those hands leaving me breathless, always wanting more <br />and a smile that would charm a song from a stone... <br /> <br />I want you my love... <br />all of you <br />more completely <br />than anything I've ever wanted<br /><br />Eila Mahima Jaipaul<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/it-is-love-to-see-you/
