Most Cherished Thing


The most cherished thing I’ve known is to know your love,

So many descriptions flow through my mind that I think of,

Your kiss, your touch, your smile or the twinkle in your eyes,

Is love magic or is it only your love for me when time flies,

 

Happiness is a byproduct of loving you and in return you me,

I’ve sat in thoughts of loving you to express what I can’t see,

It’s impossible to see an emotion but possible to see a result,

I’m grateful to know loving you while a teenager or pre-adult,

 

Truly I believe teen love has sensations un-felt any other time,

A flame of burning teen love is intense beyond being sublime,

Prior to knowing love a teen’s sex drive is intense to beyond,

Sensations felt create intense desire to which sexes respond,

 

To have survived those times yet to cherish the time is more,

I remember each time I saw your preciousness aft and before,

Every word you spoke to me is cherished within my filled mind,

I cherish each sexual thought and memory as if a golden find,

 

How is it possible I’ve asked many times before about love,

Lovers must express their love by touching without the glove,

Impossibilities of finding love expressed by many too often,

Unfound love or love not found is emptiness I wish to soften,

 

I look at my life and realize it’s nonexistent without your love,

You loving me is the greatest of heaven’s gifts I will know of,

The intense fire with which you express love or love’s action,

Fills my mind, heart, and loins with desire’s need of traction,

 

I have a need closely paralleling addiction much like a drug,

To brush against your flesh ignites desire for if only a hug,

A teen love junky’s paradise would be you in a parked car,

This adult junky of your love can be found nearby, never far,

 

Love is on fire deep inside, love’s passion is aflame always,

Sweet felt desire is always mine and I’m blessed it stays,

You are the fire, the love, my desire and beyond the blue,

You are my reason to live, to survive, because I love you.

The end. By Pat for Patti