Timothy My eyes fell upon your beautiful face like alabaster, sculpted so smooth and fine. Something in your manner your eyes that burned into mine a fascination began with no ending yet seen For, believing the wonder grown cold unseen for so long altho' the image of you often flickered wamrly in my mind Thought I was safe from the onslaught of enchantment that seeing you again might bring - yet I can't help but feel the heat of your presence wanting to say the words to let you see I watch you move, with a grace and light you seem unaware of what tumult I know I am afraid my very thoughts will burst in a shower of color and noise falling upon you like a hot, heavy rain chasing you farther and farther away... � K.E.Cline, 1994 |