To My Love

"For she who moves me"

As I lie in bed, you come to me
Your body next to mine.
Enfolding me in your arms,
Your heart a furnace against mine.

How did it start?
A gentle poke, a kind word.
Time reveals you,
You become a presence.
Like a negative you develop in my mind.

Words waft between us,
Innocent ethereal words.
The image develops now revealed,
Unfolding, as flower spreading its petals in the sun.

Feelings start to flourish.
Your presence becomes my reality,
The real you revealed,
No longer a fantasy.

Come to me my love.
Come to me,
Come to my arms,
Come to my heart,
COME!