Thoughts Of You Poem by Matthew Holloway

I lay awake and think of you
Think about your arms, eyes, lips
The beat of your heart, your pulse
Your very scent filling the room
The touch of your fingers
Hand being held in my own
Your smile, the way your lip curls
It's a thing of beauty
Any portrait artist would love
To capture for prosperity
That the world may know such wonder
An ode to perfection perhaps
I lay awake in each passing hour
Thoughts turn over like pages in a book
A novel of dreams in which you
Are the architect of all stories
The greatest love and saddest of tragedies
To listen to your laugh or watch you sleep
I lay awake and find myself in thoughts
Of you and all that's beautiful