And That
The empty
space where I imagine you’d be
My ardent
wish you’d be next to me
Face to
face I’m as silent as a tree
Why can’t
you hear the inner cry I have for thee?
I look
into your eyes when you say my name
Perhaps
it’s my imagination that I witness a flame
Are we
unspoken ends of an attraction vibration?
Do you
too feel the sadness that hits like a thunder sensation?
Your long
legs, blond hair and delicate facial lines
Blue eyes
so gentle but I see the remnant’s of life’s wines
Your
sadness’s a resignation because you’ve seen decades
But
that’s an illusion conjured by ads
It’s good
to ignore other’s views and absorb your reality
Prettiness
that shines with intelligence, your sweet chimes
Music and
whimsy in what you photograph, your art
Worthwhile’s
your humanness and it brings me happiness
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