Hers is the only shadow on my wall <br />I trace her curves with gentle thoughts. <br />There is just enough light <br />so that I can know <br />her silent silhouette <br />lies beside me. <br /> <br />Hers is the only fragrance in my air. <br />I close my eyes and float <br />with the perfumed breeze <br />Her presence lingers <br />like a morning mist <br />and I am the meadow <br />that she rests upon <br />before the heat of the day. <br /> <br />Hers is the only meaning in my words. <br />Her dreams are my poetry. <br />Her life is my song. <br />Her melody makes me dance <br />makes me sing <br />bringing joy to my helpless heart. <br /> <br />Hers is the only heartbeat within me. <br />Cut her and I bleed. <br />When she cries, <br />I am her tears. <br />I am a drowning man <br />and she is my last breath <br />sweet ocean air above me <br />beckoning for me <br />to save myself.<br /><br />TP Sage<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-last-breath-5/
