Never a fruit, or treat or delight, held the <br />sweetness of your lips, that I hunger always to kiss. <br /> <br />When I sleep, from a foggy haze, a light appears, <br />as you come to me, in lands of dreams. <br /> <br />When the morning birds, do sing their songs, <br />you slide down a ray of sunshine and touch <br />my wanting lips. <br /> <br />In every note, of every song, you voice is <br />heard...like a never ending melody. <br /> <br />The flowers, hold your beauty and <br />the haunting scent of who you are. <br /> <br />In the magic of a summers night, the <br />moon is all aglow, and everything <br />reminds me, of you...you...you. <br /> <br />As the wind plays the violin, through <br />trees and leaves above, that too, reminds <br />me, of you, my one and only love. <br /> <br />In all the good, in all of life, in every where <br />and everything...bring forth, the thoughts of you. <br /> <br />Without you...there is...no me. <br /> <br />© Joe Fazio<br /><br />(brief renderings) Joe Fazio<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/it-s-you-you-you-3/
