A Love Story

I wrote this poem once, a long time ago, but I never shared it with anyone - until today.


I look at your face,
Aglow and softly lit

As though from some source

That shines on you and you alone.

I look at your face

As my eyes trace

Every contour, each angle,

Memorizing each

Sweet expression,

Each subtle shift.

I look at your face,

Slightly out of focus

As though seeing it

From behind a tear.

My body trembles,

Suddenly aware

That your fingers have moved

To caress my cheek,

Gently,

Softly,

Finally.

My memoir, Dear Elvis, is available at amzn.to/2uPSFtE