So how do I write and describe how it feels
to experience closeness to you?
This poignant assignment brings struggle. Reveals
my uncertainty; can this, I do?

What place shall I start on this prodigious task;
can I find any words which suffice?
Or maybe these questions, I don't need to ask.
Need I say any more than: It's nice!

Here, thus is my effort; attempt it, I will
to, in words, have my feelings expressed.
I'm doubtful that, suitable will be my skill,
but at least, I shall give it my best.

A canvas of words, I'm not sure I can paint,
nor an epic sonata of rhyme.
But let me convey with no hint of constraint:
when we touch it's a sensual time!

Your softness is heavenly; how else describe
what my fingertips already know?
They sing with delight as each spot they imbibe;
all is lovely, wherever they go.

Your neck or your cheek or your warm tender ear;
they're all equally joyous to touch.
My nostrils rejoice when, your hair I find near
and each strand, I must stroke--I must clutch!

These physical features just barely begin
to explain my delight; what it's due.
I long not, to paw across any close skin.
The allure in this case is: it's you.

Against me, you pressing, spurs feelings of bliss.
So content and at peace, then I am.
The "poor man" could feel no more comfort than this
in the bosom of old Abraham.

The language seems faulty. It lets me just hint
at those fervent emotions which swell.
But when I can feel you the world wears a tint
I do like. And it seems...all is well.

The few times we've shared, just we two, all alone
have made mem'ries which certainly please.
And each of these treasures, I'm lucky to own.
I've been blessed to experience these!

I told you last fall, you held spot number two;
'twas the best which that day would allow.
But life's made a turn. Changes happen! They do!
And there's no one ahead of you, now.

The bells on the hill, loudly rang, yes I know
and the birds most assuredly flew.
...was love all around. Oh! I knew it was so
but could feel it not, 'till there was you.