a thousand kisses I wish to send
to a thousand places on your skin.
trails of tender longing
weave like fine lace in my mind-
wrapping it's ghost like caress around you.
I yearn to feel your touch on my skin,
within my heart.
in dreams my soul flies to where we will never part.
when I think of you I am happy.
The human soul is a life force unto itself, Some are bright, vibrant, powerful, passionate and many are old. There are those souls that are wounded & scarred, some dimmed. Nevertheless...they are souls. The ancient myth is correct: our eyes are the portals to our souls, In our eyes, we see pain, passion, hate, love, strength, kindness. Each soul is unique, and ours to cherish and hold.
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