Romantic Blaze by Michael Knight

I miss her warmth in the middle of the night,
The way she held me, kissed me from dark till light,
And to feel this again, I pray with all my might.

I miss the beating of her heart,
It's quickly past when we'd start,
What we made was art.

I miss the gaze of her stare,
The way she did it with out a care,
Her blue eyes made my heart flare.

And as I sit and remember these days,
Her touch, her heart, her amazing gaze,
When I was her man, the one she'd praise,
What ever happend to our romantic blaze?


by Michael Knight