This poem hangs by our bed. It has for years.
I have a love that touches my heart from the depths of his soul,
and I hold his smile in my heart with a grip that can never let go.
His look is love in my mind, a love my soul rejoices for,
and his touch leaves my body restless, like waves drifting towards the shore.
Emotions that run this deep could light the wild night,
chasing away my fears and setting my heart to flight.
His kiss strokes my lips like an artists brush,
Painting a memory of a love that turns me flush.
His laugh bursts across my face silhouetting desires soft through the sunrise,
A once drifting love shimmers anew, leading me to realize
He is the love I have been searching for , the lover I'll hold strong
Because tight in his arms I know , I finally belong....


H.L.Leopold
* I won a hundred bucks in the poetry in motion contest for the line that is bold

.... where do I belong now?