Startling me at certain hours,
Sensual thoughts of you.
Drift to a moment,
You might remember too.
A night on a beach,
Under the stars.
Not one who wouldnt,
But didnt get far.
And if you asked me,
I just might say yes.
Not now or tommorow,
Another day I guess.
In another place,
Revive what wed done.
Waiting for the day to,
Finish what wed begun.
cCopywrite April 1997 Library of Congress
This poem is dedicated to someone who
will always be close to my heart...
m S
The secret of contentment is
knowing how to enjoy what you
have, and to be able to lose
all desire for things beyond
your reach.
-Lin Yutang
1895-1976
Chinese Writer