Only You

Content is in which the essence I write from. When shapes in stones begin to outline your face. I'm alone here or so I thought. The breeze off the oceans tide kisses this freckled face where I use to feel those strong hands. I close my eyes, for touch is a sense made strong by you. Facing the ocean my eyes water from this cold chill but I see a ship on the horizon and there you lie beneath white sails and see my face in these clouds. Love, stronger then this distance and it travels by wind. So when you feel that cool breeze upon your cheek, close your eyes and imagine my hand. For there will be a day when you open them and see these green eyes staring back. Seeing you and loving only you.