I Get To Be With You Poem by Chantal Lammerts

The wolfs sing their song to the full moon,
I kiss the fog that rests on my mirror, leaving my mark,
I’m restless, but calm down when I realize I get to see you soon,
Ever since you came, I’m no longer afraid of the dark,
Because when we walk hand in hand along the sea,
Or when you kiss my forehead sweetly before you leave,
When you whisper that the one you love is me,
You manage to take away all fear and grieve,
It is when your soft fingers touch my cheek,
Or when you deep eyes gaze into mine, for eternity,
When you ask me to tell you what I want or seek,
So that you can give me the world, now I finally see,
That in reality you’re far too good to be true,
That’s why it’s only in my dreams that I get to be with you.

a/n: do any of you writers ever wake up in the middle of the night, just because some sentences are going through your head, and you just HAVE to write them down? well, this poem is a result of such a.... disturbing night. Guess waking up at night does have its perks, don't you think? well, I hope soo! ! ! pleas comment and rate! ! ! ! ! ! ! xx chantal