Love Song 1

The warmth of your chest against my cheek,
The comfort that lingers in a whiff of your aftershave
As you pass me by, in a hurried hurry, the promise-
Of a love song, long forgotten, seldom sung.

The crisp, pale-pink long-sleeved shirt,
The piercing eyes oft laden with amused reproach
A safe-haven, a cuddle, a kiss again, the promise-
Of a love song, long forgotten, seldom sung.

Neat, little stanzas, sweet, simple words,
A desperate attempt to capture my love song,
And to assure myself, that somewhere among the stars-
The promise remains, as sure as night beckons day.