It was 'in the moment'.
**runs off to the chat rooms**
Your potent and sweet aroma kindles my lonely heart.
Your rustic yet cherubic voice starts my pulse precipitately.
I am yet to behold your verdigris eyes.
I am yet to sink into your soft lips.
You’re golden humour is tranquil.
You’re eloquent manor grasped my attention from the very first breath.
Though I am yet to know your quirks and pretensions.
You have captured me and all I ask is that you speak to me and hold me.
You whisper the words I long to hear.
You hold my hand when the wind blows to rough
When all is bleak and Grey.
Hold my hand and tell me that the eyes
That once seaked a face
Now can truly envisage a silhouette of the beautiful person you are
And mean it.
- A blind girls love poem
