Not You

The face on the silver screen 
may set a few heartbeats in a whirl;
may have a killer smile
and those eyes 
might look right through
to the soul
with a twinkle 
that lights up the night

But he’s not you.

The voice on the radio,
singing soft and low,
might melt a heart or two 
with words of love
in that velvety tone 
that sends shivers down 
many a spine
and elicits longing sighs

But he’s just not you.

The guy who 
crossed my path today
might have spoken with such charm
that could wrap any woman 
in a fantasy
of candlelight and wine
and a soft fireside glow

But he’s definitely not you. 

And the wispy summer breeze
that rustled through my hair
and softly brushed my cheek
with tender kisses
leaving an aching
in my heart
for the touch of you —

Honey, that wasn’t you either

But nothing but the wind
can even come close
to you. 



june 2005




Awarded by Flowing Quills ~ June 30, 2005




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