Sounds

i love the sound of the pouring
of ice cold tea in the glass

i watch your hands gracefully
handling this matter between us

i love the sound of your sipping
i love the sight of your hands holding

i love life
i love everything around me

as my world revolves around you
i want to tell you, i love you so....

just a wish, nothing is real.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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