Three days without your voice in the night,
Three nights with nought but the thoughts in my head,
Three days that like an eternity seem;
What use is sleep with nary a dream?

This is one of the times I wish we could
Just sit side by side in front of a low fire;
Silently watching the flickering flames,
Lightly warmed, slight chill on our backs
Arms around shoulders to ward 'gainst the night
Nothing to do but live... Nothing to do but love...

To like or to love,
To admire or adore,
To trifle with or treasure?
A Matter of Degree...
Do we plumb the depths of love?
Are we just friends or are we more?
Living for more than a moment's pleasure?
Of questions, I have plenty...
Of Answers? None.