Do you ever read a story or a poem and it makes you do that dreamy sigh..... It creates the I want that feeling. Well here is one of those poems I can read over and over again. I catch myself sighing saying that's sweet. I guess I am a hopeless romantic after all 
O YOU whom I often and silently come where you are, that I may be with you;
As I walk by your side, or sit near, or remain in the same room with you,
Little you know the subtle electric fire that for your sake is playing within me.
Walt Whitman
..............Sigh
O YOU whom I often and silently come where you are, that I may be with you;
As I walk by your side, or sit near, or remain in the same room with you,
Little you know the subtle electric fire that for your sake is playing within me.
Walt Whitman
..............Sigh