The Sprout

Just A Soppy Collection Of Words

Posted by archifCLICarchive from National - Published on 07/01/2011 at 11:34
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I lose my breath as we feel the moment,
Then close my eyes to absorb the atmosphere.
I trace your neck, in an attempt to make sure,
That this is not simply a beautiful dream,
But a beautiful reality.

My skin prickles as I sense your movement,
There’s snow falling around us, but my mind is clear.
The world's distractions ferment into a haze,
I want nothing ever, except to be here.

Elation seems to fill me from head to toe,
Then the sudden realisation,
That you're leaving me soon.
I choke on the thought of goodbye,
And struggle to say your name,
Finally I look into your eyes,
As if to ask,
For one last kiss.

Here's to you, A.H.

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