Wishful Lover

Thu, 01/11/2018 - 12:44 -- MNWolf

I have dreamed of it,

A warm, tender embrace with a lover I cannot see.

Sweet whispers  flow from his mouth like honey, filling my soul with joy beyond measure.

A laugh that makes my heart flutter and dance like a cherry blossom in the wind.

I can see his outline vaguely but any detail of his features eludes me, like a butterfly on a summer breeze from a child.

Woe is me to wake and realize my love is but a dream, a wishful thought.

I cling to the hope that if I remain patient he will find me and no more shall we be wandering aimlessly in this world alone, but with clasped hands walk together through eternity.

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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