you were the one I could never
reach like a star in the night sky
the muse in my love poems
that filled my secret journal
in the darkness of night,
I think of your velvet touch
that is real and not a dream
- Written for dVerse #202: Hello Darkness
Lovely...
ReplyDeleteThank you.
DeleteUnrequited love is sometimes a lovely dream.
ReplyDeleteYes. Thanks for reading Di.
DeleteI remember those days, Maria, especially the ‘love poems that filled my secret journal’. So well captured!
ReplyDeleteThank you Kim.
DeleteThis is lovely, Arcadia. The longing so real.
ReplyDeleteThank you.
DeleteLovely longing
ReplyDeleteThank you Debi.
DeleteSo good the touch is real and not a dream.
ReplyDeleteThanks for reading.
DeleteBetter to have yearned and written poetry than never to have loved at all...
ReplyDeleteLove personified..
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