The afternoon is cool and gray…yet I think of you.
I should be working through the day…yet I think of you.

Problems piled upon my desk…yet I think of you.
I solve them and put them to rest…yet I think of you.

Five hundred emails call my name…yet I think of you.
People selling products all the same…yet I think of you.

Proposals sent to me in haste…yet I think of you.
None so interesting as your taste…yet I think of you.

Your warm strong arms that hold me close…make me think of you.
My dreams are filled with you the most…I always think of you.

-Lella M Fulton

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I wrote this poem about my spouse and how after 15 years of marriage, I still think of him. My heart longs for him. As the day drags on in the boredom of mundane work fills my hours…I still think of him. I can’t wait til the end of the day when I curl up on his chest, and the world outside fades away as his kiss transports me into our own world of passion. Together.