One of my daughters called me to ask what I was doing posting poetry to my blog… now that I know it embarrasses her you will be seeing more of it… That’s how I roll…

I Get Lost

There are points in time where nothing else in life
Seems as soft and tender…
As the touch of your skin, and the look in your eyes,
And I get lost therein

There are points in time when nothing else in life
Seems as warm and loving…
As the sight of your smile, and the sound of your voice,
And I get lost therein

There are points in time when nothing else in life
Seems as special and secure…
As the gift of your love
And I get lost therein

There are points in time when nothing else in life
Seems as soft, tender, warm, loving, special, or secure…
As this point in time
And I am lost therein.