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The Face In My Mind



Close my eyes

and another pair

stare back at me,

look deep inside,

they see what I'm looking for.

The dreams of many years

shape an idea

a concept

labeled girl of my dreams

just like every young heart has

for ages before



we know what we want,

what we long for

the face changes

with a flutter of the heart

one day a musician

the next day a movie star,

until the day I opened my eyes

and there you are.



Pulled Off Balance

Light headed

skip in the step

stutter on the tongue

breathless

but can't shut up

can't look away,

afraid to look away

to blink or you will be gone



The twitterpated fate

of young love

that can hit us at any age

wishing on falling stars

and penny wells

for this one thing

that we never fully understand,

and can never get enough of.



Dissatisfied

Things are not always what they seem

The love of the eyes,

originally soothes the heart

but does not always satisfy the mind

the sweat mixing

flesh to flesh,

but one stimulation is not enough



the mind longs

for intelectual intercourse

skin to skin

heart to heart,

but for the first time

in a long time

you are no longer on my mind



Why Now

We spend most of our life

longing to find someone

that if all goes well

one day we find

and sometimes we lose



sometimes we let go

and soemtimes it lingers

for more time  

then we were together



We long to get it back

what once was

and sometimes we do.

The heart feels young again,

but then our eyes open once more

and there is a new treasure to behold

look but don't touch

the heart longs,

but the fingers are forbidden to reach



Going Thru the Motions

Old eyes look fondly

upon new faces

the heart still holds the old ones dear

but times might not be like they used to be

the mind grows bored

though glimmers of the past

keep the heart fond of yesterday

it longs for something new

fresh faces envisioned on old flesh

only hold temptation at bay

for so long



New faces,

kind words

you say the things

she used to say

when love was young



Where Were You When I Needed You

Old hearts don't let go easy

fresh faces are nice

but fade

old love sparks

from time to time

who knows what each day

will bring fresh

or renew

the eyes love fresh beauty

while the mind respects time

the heart is stuck inbetween yesterday

while longing for tomorrow

wondering what might be

what could of been,

but hoping what is

can once again become what was



Cx Patterson