HAT I WOULDN'T GIVE...

Echoes reaching through the years
Sounds sublime caress my ears
Ballads of a garden bird
Babies' giggles softly heard
Still I crave my dearest choice
What I wouldn't give...to hear Her voice

Rainbows bent in summer skies
Misty hues that stun my eyes
Trees in autumn limbs aglow
Moonlit shadows on drifted snow
A vision longed for in their place
What I wouldn't give...to see Her face

Essence fashioned from the rose
Breaths of pleasure fill my nose
Linens fresh upon the bed
Wines bouquet inside my head
What fragrance missing could compare
What I wouldn't give...to smell Her hair

Sensations I have begged to linger
Contours felt with every finger
Ocean surf curled 'round my feet
My body bare on satin sheet
An awareness gone I loved so much
What I wouldn't give...to feel Her touch

Chocolate sipped in cold December
A thousand flavors I remember
Honey spooned upon my tongue
Ice cream cones when I was young
The sweetness lost I'll always miss
What I wouldn't give...to taste Her kiss

"All The Things You Are" *
* midi courtesy Mr. Robert Mace