Like a summer breeze in winter’s air
Pale skin and a smile upon her face.
She glides softly within my thoughts
Like fingers upon fine lace.
Her eyes like fire and lips that seem so soft
From across the table I watched with awe.
Her voice so clear and laughter true
In memory my nerves so raw.
From thinking thoughts of past encounters
And wishing her so close.
Yet happiness is simply being near
The petals of a rose.
A fleeting touch I cannot forget.
A brazen reach of a finger there.
To caress her skin so briefly done
Hopes to tell her how I care.