I wait, for the sensual arms of you,
I feel you, see your face, your soul.
Illusion, broken. Reality.
No one knows me, you do, you know my heart
...
The world. A harsh place, yet
through the harshness of its existence comes
a ray of light, brought by passion,
passion from the existence of the human race
...
A man-made life, to which we hold the key...
of responsibility.
Innocence. Shattered illusions, perfection.
Faith in the human race, unified, should it not be?
...
I love writing poetry, i feel it gives me the oppertunity to express myself, and share a little of my personality with people who share my passion. I hope anyone who reads my poems enjoys them as much as i have enjoyed writing them.)
Imaginary Lover
I wait, for the sensual arms of you,
I feel you, see your face, your soul.
Illusion, broken. Reality.
No one knows me, you do, you know my heart
Perfection in every way, you call to me,
visions of passion, beauty.
I wait.
Waiting, until the day that
my imaginary lover becomes reality,
until my imaginary lover comes to me.