I see your face before me
It haunts me thru the day
I hear your voice, it lingers…
Though you are far away

I long to feel your heartbeat,
Pulsing in the night
I crave your arms around me
To cradle me just right…

I yearn to hear your whispers…
That leave me in a shiver-
I need held and loved by you-
As the bow's held by the quiver…

By Sharon Frye
© 2005