Wednesday, August 3, 2011


Never is there quite the time
To tell you how I feel
A fire when together
Adore your sweet appeal

Though when apart, I long think
Of gentle, so light touch
Diamond light within your eye
To me you give so much

Your bright, and joyful laughter
Rings precious in my ears
I hope to often hear it
Though many blessed years

Finding that I see you smile
Sometimes with thoughts risqué
I wouldn’t want to change that
We’re blessed to share that way

I often sit alone to ponder
How felicitous we met
I wish the wait to end, or
Find patience so not to fret

During times when We can’t be
My thoughts quite often seem
To fix your face within my mind
Across space that is between

Ken Goree

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