We Have Never Met Poem by Francis Meyrick

We have never met

(A love poem to a gentle lass, who quietly encouraged me to write)


We have never met,
and never will
and yet...

artistically,
creatively,
I long to be
your friend.

They say mockingly
it'll never be
we're far away
nothing to say
I cannot touch
your face.

If we find perchance
in cyberspace
a quiet place
where we can walk
and gently talk
and I can hold
your hand.

Would you smile at me
laughingly
recite to me
joyously
your favorite poem
your heartfelt song
and never leave
my side?

Or would you grow away
leave the light of day
become tired of me
disrespectfully
and wish perhaps
you'd never read
a word?

So I fearfully
tremulously
nervously
like a child
gingerly
offer you
my hand.

Be soft with me
muse with me
lie with me
tenderly
Never
let
me
go.



F.M.