Perhaps Even A Curse Poem by Theorem The Truth Serum

I can see her in my dreams
like deja vu in the flesh.
Like the moon getting closer
to the earth, so this
man on the moon doesn't
have to be alone no more.
May the craters fill up with life,
trees, animals, and water;
a reflection on the purity of love.
I do want a pure love,
like Somalians want pure water.
Love is water for the soul.
Love is life giving to the lifeless.
Love is two hearts beating as one,
up against one another, each heart
beat is a kiss on the skin of their lover.
I am here waiting for you, or maybe I am
now watching you or have met you.
They very thought of you makes my heart smile,
even relax a bit cause we know you're out there.
We can be patient, patience has always been a
good friend of mine, perhaps even a curse.