Sometimes,

I want to trace

the arch of your brow,

the curve of your cheek;

compare it

to the blooms of spring.

Sometimes,

I want to touch

the light in your eyes

the clench of your jaw;

kiss it,

with chapped lips.

Never

will I have

the warmth in your heart,

the depth of your soul,

wrapped up

in my arms.

A/N: Well, it appears as though I've returned, hasn't it? :) I haven't stopped writing, not even a little bit, and I've been getting my hands dirty with poetry. This is the first of three I'm uploading tonight, and I may follow up with a story. We'll see. I hope you like this; please leave me a review. :) xx

~Chari