My thoughts of you Beat like moths Against the window Of imagination, Able to see What is, What might be, If only Transparent Reality Did not Hold them back. My lips Cannot caress your ears With loving words, My arms Can hold Only emptiness, Only fantasies, Not the living Warmth You truly are. Will Reality Someday crack And let my thoughts Be real? Someday, Will my lips Whisper this poem To your loving soul? Will I touch you And feel Your womanliness Quiver gently In my arms? Or will I, Forever frustrated, Beat my wings Against unyielding Invisible actuality? If only I knew! And if only You did, too.
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