897. Walk With You... Poem by V F

I wish I could walk...
With you...
Your hand in mine...
drowning in your eyes...
Breathing your kisses...
Like a poor drowning soul.....
Is it all a fantasy I live?
A sham make believe world?
Wreathed in smiles! !
Where happy times abound...
A facade of solid wrought iron...
Coated with thick decorative paint.....
When all I yearn...
Is to be in your arms...
My arms ache so...
To feel you in them...
My lips need...
To be bruised by yours...
All of me wants...
You.....
To be loved by You...
I am so lonely...
Without...
You.