'Twas You Poem by Edwina Reizer

Whose lips were on mine
on that night?
I could not see
for there was no light.
Whose hands were on my waist
on that night?
I could not tell,
I had lost my sight.
And my other senses
lay quite still.
The blanket was turned down
and I felt the chill.
I wondered what part of me
would now be touched?
Whose head lay pillowed on my breast?
I now could feel
the hair on his chest.
And then I knew
who kissed my lips,
touched my waist,
whose head was placed
on my breast on that night.
‘Twas you my love
‘twas you.