Richard W. Reith


She gazed at me, my world fell apart:
With a touch of her hand
She won my heart.
Her face like a rose with petals made
Heavens breath
and pastel shade

Cheeks caressed softly by tender hands
Lips touched,
and fires of passion fanned.
Her love, the symphony to my soul:
Her heart the music
which made me whole.

She’s become my dream within a dream
Her desire the current
of fantasy’s stream.
And we drift as one to the celestial sea
Where the world is only
And me.