Words On The Page Poem by Celt Merlyn

I think I love you
Isn’t that a stupid thing to say?
But I think I love you
Just from the words on the page

I draw her face in my mind
Paint it in charcoal grey
The picture of my fantasy
Seeing what I wish to be

There’s no way to really know
If she’s as lovely as I say
It doesn’t matter though
Beauty for my eyes only

I want her in the darkness
These thoughts I must belay
To hold her, kiss her
She may not be real

It really doesn’t matter
She’s with me everyday
Only in my mind
Painted illusion of desire

When I find out how far apart
Reality is from fiction- touche’
I’ve always known better
This is no help, I say

In this now, I see her clear
The perfect women this day
I believe all things are possible
For this moment alone

Tomorrow will come
And I will stay
Holding fast to the dream
Drifting like purple haze

I doubt she knows it
She holds me in her sway
My companion, my lover
All from words on the page