He

Sitting at the bend
Flipping through the pages
She could sense him
He was so near….

He saw her…
Her tender quivering lips
The lock of hair….
Blocking her magnetic eyes…

With his tender touch
He moved her swaying curl
Her heart ached
In the magic of his touch

Her eyes radiated a spark…
As she looked for him…

But he was gone…

The stroke of breeze....