I will find you...
I keep looking for you...
I look for you everywhere...
Every time I hear your name
I turn my head,
So I can see,
That maybe it is you,
Who's being called.
I know your eyes.
I remember each speck
Of the color, that makes it
So unique,
So you....
I know your hands..
Strong fingers,but gentle
They know my body
So well...that I tremble...
I know your skin.
It's warmth...
Every freckle,
Like a map,
Which can take me
Where magic will happen.
2007/Nataliya Romanenko