The platonic moments with you, nothing but our many faces,
I fell in love with your silence, as my hands did guidance to many places;
Not a coress but of intimiate contact, not a peep but so understanding..
–For you love me…Even after a day with many, You thanked me for putting you
…in your place.
Walking down that aisle with a smile on my face, to get to you it was hated but worth the wait.
As I regret that this love has just started the hate for effort is farley haunting
Like every other–I leave , but like a crumb,
There….left a piece of me.
C. B Wagner