Imagination is so weak
It cannot smell your hair,
Though I imagine breathing you
And finding you most fair.

Imagination’s powerless
To feel how soft your lips,
But oh, that moment, just before
We touch our fingertips!

Imagination cannot hear
A voice its never heard,
But how it tries, oh yes, it tries,
To hear a sigh, a word.

Imagination is too weak
To smell your happy feet,
But I am on the pathway, dear,
Were you now walk so sweet.

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  1. Pingback: “Imagination” By Brian Royce Faulkner – Gardenlovepoet

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