Nina: 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...
She's From: ? He's From: ?
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.