It's strange how things happen... you are trudging through the mundane weary lanes of life when suddenly, out of nowhere, love walks in and touches your life in a way that you know that nothing could ever be the same again...
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This poem was inspired by a man I met online, and will meet him in real life, perhaps this Fall.

So anyway I thought I'd share it with you..


How could a person love another, having never held them.
I close my eyes and he is there, he caresses my cheek,
and runs his fingers though my hair.

His touch is gentle and loving, as light as a breeze
he steels my heart with elegant ease.

I long to hold him, if just for one day or maybe longer,
I am unable to say.






They say that the eyes are the window's to the soul.
My dream is to someday look into his.