My True Love - Poem by Joshua Wyatt
I see her form afar.
She seems so far and yet so close.
I walk towards her,
yet i can not tell if i am getting any closer.
I can't see her face,
but i know that she's beautiful.
My heart is pulling me in her direction.
Guiding me towards her.
Who is she?
When will i meet her?
It's bright and warm where she is.
I can feel it from here.
She's the answer to my questions
She is my true love.
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