I don’t have that usual wanted urge to pick up the phone
But feel I should because she’s simply beautiful.
Her interest in what I actually do is overly non-commital,
But her still eyes move me to do what my dreams only once knew.
I don’t have the urge to dial,
But I get lost for a while in the bliss of the perfecness that would be found in a dates goodnight kiss.
But her voice I don’t miss.
Nor long to hear,
As it’s not a reconised comfort to the way it usually appears.
But she’s beautiful…