Sometimes I
wonder
If you are
real
Or I was
just so hopelessly
In love
With the
idea of my
Perfect man
That you
manifested yourself
From my
thoughts
You are
perfect
You are so
perfect with your
Amorous
words
And poignant
silence
That it is unnerving
You are the
Heady,
intoxicating fragrance
That I can
only feel
But can’t
touch
I can’t feel
your warmth in my arms
I can’t touch
your lips
With mine
I can’t
whisper in your ear
And see
How your
shiver with
Sweet agony
Of pleasure
You laugh at
my joke
But I can’t
see
How mirth
Ripples through
the creases
Of your
weather-beaten face
And touches the eyes
You are the
Surprise
treasure
To my
penniless heart
I am elated
And equally petrified
As I have no
shackles
No safe
No hidden chamber
Where I can
keep you
Out of
harm's way
All for mine
And never
have to feel
Empty again.
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