His Presence
By: Leila Acevedo (a.k.a. Reyelene)
His presence is a winter's fire
That touches aching fingertips.
He is the tea of my desire
That pours right through my lips.
He is the fur coat that I wear
When frosty winds are blowing.
He is the lantern in the dark
When bitter nights are snowing.
His presence is the golden flower
That stands within my little vase.
He is the water when I shower
Before I wear my slip of lace.
He is the water I step in
To cleanse my worn and weary mind.
He is the aroma of jasmine
So soothing, sweet and kind.
His presence is the harp-string
When plucked by gentle fingers.
He is the song I mean to sing,
With a melody that still lingers.
He is my voice and inspiration
That compels me to sing.
He is my joy and sensation
That warms me like the spring.