Not Mine Poem by Hilda Hananti

just never got any chance to tell that i

am weary so deeply of my yearning
for your heavenly touch which was never be mine

crave your sweet soft kisses
that i might dare to have it only in my dreams

look forward desperately to holding the whole you
in my lonely arms which could not be happening true

should wait for your uncoming appearance
that surely sure would not be arriving to my existence

sigh....



hh, jogja, mar 18 2011