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I miss you

I want to kiss you

I want to feel your palms

caressing my face

I want to see your

soul love in your eyes

and

witness up close

that look of

Oh My God

I am alas here with her

in this very private

so longed for space

I want to be able to look upon you

and or touch you just to prove

to myself you are real

whenever I need that reassurance

and it I want to feel

you've some and yet no idea

of the longing deep within me

that threads those very dreams

so beautifully together

its always been there

like a void deep within

that never grows silent

likely made up of

timeless soul bonds

no doubt

stirred up into age old

desires for a comparable mate

and carried a millennium over

I sought you out

blindly

believing you to be

just another lovely fellow

poet admired

perhaps prior

every time i sought out

another poet to

praise and encourage

I was unknowingly

following that preset path

within me to find you

but it was you who saw me

before I really recognized  you

you spoke long before of the veil

that hovered over my eyes

and I suspected you to be harmlessly

insane

a lost man

in short

latching onto any welcome

womanly sight he saw

but the more and more you and your

poems revealed you to me

I realized that was in deed not the case

you passed up and by many

a lovely likely mate to be

in your journey's lonely pace

as if they were faceless pictures to

be dismissed by your specifically

searching eyes

from the beginning you saw yourself

as mine

you were so certain and clear

and we on a path like two colliding

trains

our destinies intertwined

our love a thing not to be undermined

I marvel at this aura that clings to you

you alone animate this

otherworldly love

that I am

so helplessly drawn to

a culmination of

so many longings interwoven

from my past

God has blessed me with a great and many

good and glorious things

but he saved his greatest until the very last

for me

he saved my you

and handed you over

to me through such

the unlikeliest of venues

through the faith laced words

of one small poem

about of all things

him..................................

(Dec. 9, 2009 822pm)