Virtual Poem by Dermot McGarthy

Your love is not a promise,
Its not a given, not quite a fake,
It's a puzzle, a formula,
A dream to create,
Something deeper,
More divine,
This love is out of your control,
It's way beyond mine.

But some puzzles are solved,
Some equations equate,
Some minds are liberated
From dungeons,
Where they hibernate.
Dreams take over, and,
Swiftly become real,
Thoughts race madly,
Longing finally,

To feel.