When I Think of Her

She is so present, visible in my mind’s eye
instantly, at the thought of her, the mere whisper
of loving memory, fleeting, grand, deep, no matter
oh, I see her, feel her, smell her perfume,
at the briefest moment of reflection
How I long for her to be here, now
with me even in this instance
How I smile, luxuriate, in the knowledge
she will be here soon
in my arms once more, holding her
sharing today, and tomorrow, and the next
eternity with her
Oh how happy I am, in love,
when I think of her

February 14, 2008