A Longing

Your eyes, my love, they say so much
But, do I comprehend,
Or is  that look of love you give
A gift that I pretend?

I long to hear you reach for me
And hold me with your voice.
I'd love for you to say to me
That I'm your final choice.

Your eyes, my love, they say so much,
I think I understand.
The love you give is in your touch.
Oh please, give me your hand.

Richard C. Hayner
July 26, 1982 ©

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