Rebecca

a love poem

In the wind I hear your voice, calling from miles away

I sit in awe- I have no choice but to follow it all the way

I hear my name it sounds so sweet as it rolls off your lips

I give in, succumbing to thee, and graze on your fingertips.

You let me, happily smiling down, I no longer can resist.

Oh, sweet Rebecca, I long for you, this soft desired kiss...