Those moments when, in my hands, I hold your face,
Let me gaze a while longer, ere am lost in life’s maze,
When I hold you close and cry I love you,
I mean to say, please stay,
Let me feel your presence every morning new.

Those moments when, I miss your touch,
Soothing brushstrokes that means so much,
My hand yearns the way your fingers gently slips,
Like satin laces, it embraces,
I am lost reminiscing the soft brush of your lips.

Those moments when, I seek myself in your eyes,
Not even your mellow whispers suffice,
Cradled within your dark lashes, filled with loving care;
I see my fear, Oh! please be near,
Hold me tight away from this worldly glare.

Those days when, you refrain my soul,
Never again will I be whole,
So lost, as helpless as a lamb,
I dread, my eyes run red,
Pray come to me and forgive me for who I am.

This is a revised version of a poem I wrote over a decade ago. It deserved a touch-up, a few re-writes, while the emotions it encapsulates have been left unadulterated.