Until He Appears Poem by Margaret Alice Second
Until He Appears
Just one person required to think me amazing,
just one voice desired to whisper I make him
crazy, only one pair of arms for a feeling of
sweet romance, as I listen entranced to the
voice in my mind and lean back in the arms
conjured by my thoughts
As I listen to my fantasy using the sounds
supplied by reality to create the atmosphere
in which I am cherished and I can love him
also, a sphere in which I can hear his every
thought and he can hear mine, in which I can
see his intents and he can see mine
A sphere in which our spirits intertwine, a magic
atmosphere in which we can dance to the original
tune of the universe, a sphere in which he is mine
and I can be his and I can feel his hand holding
mine, his heart blossoming to encompass mine,
his mind entering my dreams
What a wonderful thought, what a bewitching way
to while the time away until he appears
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4/16/2024 6:59:53 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Oh, how I would dearly love to be that one for you, sweet Margaret Alice 2nd..... Your words are so lovely. As a young man - bachelorhood - sometimes I would dream about who my future wife would be. Unfortunately I can not be your 'only one' because there are three of us trapped in my body. Frankly, I think the other two are butt-heads. They're liars too so don't believe them if they tell you they are alone in here..... I think they only like you because you are pretty. And honestly your poetry is way better than theirs. They just want to use you so that you will write poetry about them. (They smell bad too.... the one guy never showers....) Anyway, I hope that I made you smile today because poems like this one certainly deserves a smile....