Breathless

U2 One acoustic

A Soft whisper

Never doubt

The flowing fire brazen raging in your eyes

 As you talk

Or laugh

The sweet cooing laugh

Bewitching in beauty

Fuming in form

While her cunning wit

Keeps her one step ahead

Of all who pursue

Breathless… and

As breathless

They leave smiling

So glad for the chase

For the glimpse

Of her slight supple form

That beckons

Bewitches

If one could only capture

To caress

To talk

To heal

Yet leaving just to guess

While

A full gentle hope

Resides in lips

Crying the color red in a

Mona Lisa smile

Beckon

Just below

Piercing eyes laden

Yet smiling

Trusting

Waiting

Longing

Filled

While a the tender trace along her face

End at her ear

To present the warming soft whisper