It is a breath that caresses the skin
To fill a winter’s night with wondrous bliss
It is a touch that holds me still within
His arms as lips descend to find a kiss
It is the despair I feel when alone
When the day seems destined to never end
It is the hope those days will soon be gone
Expressed in words that cannot be unpenned.
It is the offering of the open soul
The heart has taken to hold ever near
It is the counsel that eases the fear
When two halves are rejoined to make the whole
And what is this thing that I dare speak of
But the greatest power that’s found in love.
© JG Farmer 2015
Form: Pushkin’s Sonnet