Flavor comes when you relax
Savor flows without constant react
Since you have yet to see..
What is down in the soul
Of the genuine me
Meet on December 24, under the mistletoe
I will be the one
Grabbing your hand, promising you
" Never to let go"

True intensity has not crossed
Path that I walk often
When, I read your thoughts
My heart has lost control completely
On a cloud that I feel
Lost in...
Your the touch I feel
When I reach towards the sky
God had promised me with one clue..
Now, I know why
Your the flavor that I want to taste
Everyday
Scent I want to savor during the day
Be wrapped in at night
Learn how to bend with
Grow stronger with, no break away
True intensity are my thoughts
To back you up
In everyway...
© Cynthia Inouye-Sakacs