Poetry by Demetz

To love you from here...

A blessing, my revered.

To love you up close...

I want that the most.

 

To run my hands through your hair,

To hold you by my side...

To feel up close the depth of your care,

To see our Growing Pride…

 

To hold your lips in tender kiss...

My heart longs to have such bliss.

To wake each morn with you beside me,

How great a world I know that will be.