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So many visions of happiness,

Eternal blessedness from a single kiss;

Thus, this is just an illusion

That my heart contends to persist.

I insist on finding my true love.

Taking her places no man has stopped to think of.

And out of all the women in the world,

She is portrayed as an Angel from above.

So many visions of ecstasy;

Escaping the imperilments of infidelity;

Escalating our love

To an even higher level than loyalty.

Pretending to be

In a world of our own,

Where Kings & Queens tyrannize the land –

Two lost souls of royalty finally conjoined hand in hand.

I am only a man,

So my thoughts are skeptical,

But I refuse to believe my undying thirst for love is theoretical.

I no longer fantasize.

My illusions are now goals.

My quest for love begins now,

Until the day my heart grows cold.

Yet, my mind continues to wish

On the thoughts of pure bliss,

Watching the eroticism interchange with each kiss.

I can’t miss what I’ve never had,

But my heart is torn apart from not having you here.

My thoughts formulates your face,

With falling tears filled with grace.

The wait will someday be over,

And you will be in my arms at last –

Two compatible souls without a quality to contrast.

I could go on & on about my affections,

But it wouldn’t be enough my lovely dove.

What I feel for you is not physical;

What I exhibit is a Psychological Love.



Tha Prodigal One...