When He Visits

When He Visits

Writing then feeling, you touch my hair.

Pausing and knowing, I have time to spare.

Remembering then picturing, your dimples and smile.

Wanting and praying, you can stay for a while.

Touching then comforting, you bring me your love.

Thanking and loving, God sent you from above.

Lingering then leaving, to Heaven you, must go.

Understanding and saying, I love you so.

Smiling then typing, you have empowered me.

Finishing then reading, a book our story will be.

Lou

March 4, 2020