Longing...

Your eyes speak to me of longing
I see how you watch my lips move
Your eyes soft and inflamed
by the passion in your blood
We sway with the music
I feel the heat from your soul
igniting the melting fire in my heart
You whisper to me
how I love your voice
No sound has ever sounded so sweet
telling me about your life
And never before have I felt so lonely
Very aware that when midnight arrives
in her raven beauty
that we part ways once again
to our separate lives
of commitment and duty
Never admitting how much we care

poem by Chantelle Ribeiro
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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