There has got to be something more than this,
A whisper of love a linger of a kiss.
The touch of your hand gentle on my face,
Your fingers trail my arm asking for an embrace.
Your body big and warm,
Envelops me safe from harm.
Then like a puff of smoke you're gone,
Taken from me, our time was not long.
Not nearly enough to fill the void,
With enough love that others destroyed.
I'll watch for you in the blossom of nature,
As I grow old and mature.
Until my love we meet again,
I'll wait also seeking my Zen.
(c) Theresa Jacobs 2016
