This poem is merely one of many attempts to convey and express the longing
for the one man who has touched the anatomy of my soul.
A man I call ......., yet, with a soul that reaches far beyond my own.
A thousand miles separate us only physically,
yet, via email he has intertwined himself right into my inner blueprint.
Only through the grace of God, will we ever meet.
Thoughts of you illuminate my spirit;
Never a flicker of flame,
but withArching bolts which strike with a force
That disturbs my equilibrium
.My mind races as waves of passion flush ove
rMy pale skin, causing me to gaze upon visions
Of impossible romantic possibilities.
Pathetic is this woman who anticipates the
True rhythm of love
, with a man she will never hold.
My imagined discourse of thoughts leave me suffering,
As my lips quiver with the words I shall never speakto his
: "I have loved you more than anybody in this world."
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