LEANNE

LEANNE

As I look at her, I am drunken by the sweet intoxication,

To which her curious smile brings me such satisfaction,

I know she’s wondering what words I shall write,

Be curious no more my love, soon you’ll see tonight,

Side by side we lie together,

A joyous feeling I want to last forever,

As she is now lost in her reading,

A book of fiction, this is reality I am now heeding,

Softly her fingers graze each page of every chapter,

A subtle yet sweet sound that I long after,

For she is soothing to my soul in every way,

I glance over at her, as my mind tries not to stray,

From writing this rhyme with due respect,

So forgive me if her beauty distracts me from this being perfect,

It’s all about the sentiment,

And in her I find perfect contentment,

Oh what pressure it is to write about your love when she’s so near,

But this moment I wouldn’t trade for anything, it is so dear,

I could go on and on with this poem, I can,

But abruptly I will end it here, for times a wasting my lovely Leanne.

-brad