When I see your eyes, I want to be there, where your window soul stares back at me. Touch me, I will touch you back, hands holding hands captive in your arms, captive in your heart, and the years together spread out before us, stretching from our now, until our forever.
James E. Roethlein copyright 2021
This was inspired by a coworker and hopefully I’ll be able to give it to her without scaring her away.