A poem of longing, for that one man who will make my heart beat for the first time. |
The day starts crazy, work goes out of hand; There's no time for daydreaming, no time for foolish thoughts There are stolen moments, yes, when thoughts enter the mind fleeting, like fragrant petals swirling in the wind, fragile, like porcelain in the palm of my hand Thoughts of a faceless man, Ready, willing and able to love me incessantly like there's no tomorrow I think about endless possibilities with the man who will make my heart race and skip and thump, of a love that knows no bounds; I will be his, completely And he will be mine; Conquering the world will be our goal, As if the world was ours for the taking The longing has never been so strong Never been so consuming; The wait becomes an itch until the fiery desire begins to cool Brushing them aside, I return to reality, the painfully hollow shell that binds us all; Inescapable, but hope creeps in Time has never been my ally yet I know she will give me my due for she has faith in the love I can give A love so strong, pure and enduring The day comes to a close yet others don't seem to notice; To each his own, as they say And it will end as if it never even started The day passes in a gentle flourish But I continue to think, to long and dream of the man of my dreams, the love of my life In time, certainly He will come to me; While I await him, he will be, always, in the corners of my mind... In the corners of my heart. |