I miss you

I miss your touch, softer than most,
And the way your hand went about me.
As a blind man’s fingers interpret the world.
You traced a way into my soul, tickled it,
and sent shivers through me.
A queen in a castle, I was in your arms.

You took me to dinner, at Marcello’s, looked up at me,
opened a box, asked me the question. That was my happiest day.
Ever-loving,
You were my deity!

A reliable angel, that served and saved me
from a world of devils, profit and change.
I feel like a weed now;
growing but showing and knowing,
no beauty or purpose.

Thank you for loving and touching me.
Saying you would do anything for me,

(This work is copyright(c) of the author, Chris Drinkall)