Love From Afar
By Rich Reith
Oh, how can her every unconscious move
Entrance?
A naive tilt of head
A delicate neck revealed
And her bashful lover suffers.
Pining to talk with her
But standing mute,
As a tiny hand brushes a silken hair
from her soft cheek.
As he surveys from afar,
Her hesitant lover suffers.
Such a gentle, tender creature of God.
Love made flesh.
Her smile,
Her quiet laugh
And all he can do
Is cry inside.
Copyright © May 2007 by Rich Reith, all rights reserved
By Rich Reith
Oh, how can her every unconscious move
Entrance?
A naive tilt of head
A delicate neck revealed
And her bashful lover suffers.
Pining to talk with her
But standing mute,
As a tiny hand brushes a silken hair
from her soft cheek.
As he surveys from afar,
Her hesitant lover suffers.
Such a gentle, tender creature of God.
Love made flesh.
Her smile,
Her quiet laugh
And all he can do
Is cry inside.
Copyright © May 2007 by Rich Reith, all rights reserved
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