I'll swear I never felt her <br />in the soft touch of a clover <br />brush my legs so sweetly <br />as I look our field over. <br /> <br />I'll claim I haven't heard her <br />whispering my name <br />in this lovely hidden meadow <br />witness to my shame <br /> <br />I'll say that I can't smell her <br />as the autumn leaves decay <br />and know not of the bed <br />where forever she will lay <br /> <br />the grass is always greener <br />on a certain patch of ground <br />but I'll claim I haven't seen her <br />if her body's ever found...<br /><br />Chuck Audette<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/coming-to-my-senses/
