889. When I Am Cross.. Poem by V F

Why do I argue till I am blue?
why do I mope, sulk and grumble too?

It is because I miss you..
and I so want to be with you..

I love being with you..  
I feel a sense of pure joy & peace when Im with you...

talking to you..
laughing with you..
teasing each other..
discovering..
rediscovering...
uncovering the gentleness of your soul..
as I peel away each outer layer
stealing a kiss under the mango tree...
basking in the warmth of your tight hug
under the cool starry skies...
you always drench me
in the love overflowing from your heart..
I love to feel the language of your touch..
beat of your fingers on my skin...

Can you then blame me for being selfish?

oh...I so want to be with you..