there is nothing softer
than the look you give me
when i'm straing deeply
into your eyes
not the feeling given
but what is received, when i have you near me
is all that heaven consists of, is
touch,
feeling,
or wishful thinking?
i could dream of better ways
to make ends meet,
holding your hand
locked in a fantasy,
and the truth being
i'll never come to know
the kiss, that is your smile
all is incomplete,
and timing isn't right
to think,
i wrote this as someone i could never be,
trying, for your love,
that i could never keep
but for the underlying
of what you mean, to me.
lovely
piece
i loved it